Hiding spots [open]

the sky is just about right to do anything
_{But I won't do anything else...}


The sky shows off a cheerful blue. Enough for the mood in District 7 to lift up a little. But not Heath, he prefers to sulk some more. He had been dying to check out a spot he hadn't had the guts to venture out in. Hiding places were his thing. To just sit and be alone. To not have to be forced to do things he didn't want to do. Work, talk, be around people, work, it exhausted him. He knew the reason for this, but he had build this habit too long to just stop. He continued to walk, taking off his thick jacket he brought just in case of jumpy weather.


Some peacekeepers were talking around the edge of District 7. The wall "protecting" 7 was farther out. Heath stayed by a fir tree. Its trunk was wide enough at the bottom for Heath to sit and listen intently for the Peacekeepers departure. Heath steadied his breath as the sun set lower. Might have waited a couple of hours because he dozed off a bit. But, Heath was a pro at this, any sound, his dark eyes opened as if he never closed them. After that long while, he checked to see what these Peacekeepers were up to if not patrolling. Heath noticed that they seemed to be waiting for something...


Oh no...they know, damn! Heath quickly thought. They must have had been watching Heath leave while everyone else was out and about on this sunny day. Peacekeepers were never bothered with Heath, but because of his family's past...he must always be watched more or less. So, he prepared for his disappointed departure, running hiding places in his head. Finally, he was able to hop from tree to bush. He intended to venture out some more but with a sigh he turned on his usual trail back up to his village before using his obscure path back to his little home. He always took the back way, no one ever did. When they did, Heath would just avoid them as much as he could. It was about another half mile. Step, step, step, crunch on a yellow leaf, step, step, step....