Charley Bates

Hey guys! I got this idea from a dream, and I wrote it down at like two in the morning...so...

Charley Bates sat baking in the Los Angeles sun. He couldn't quite
figure out why he had decided not to apply sun screen that morning.
His whole day up to that point had been such a blur anyway, the
deciphering of inadequate morning rituals seemed futile. His thoughts
paused; he didn't know his vocabulary expanded to include words like
"decipher" or "Inadequate". He was, after all, only 10. He turned his
attention back to the man at the table across from him. The man
fascinated Charley partially because he was wearing a giant black
overcoat and a matching umbrella, but also because he had been
staring at Charley for the past half hour.


Please give me some honest feedback. I don't know if this story is ever going to go anywhere, but, I appreciate it!