September 2010
2 posts
Prayer like tempertantrum
Go for a walk in the park.
It started in my kitchen, well, it started on the park blocks, but, the story picks up in my kitchen. I’d closed the door on Rosie the last of my tea party guest, looking out through the peephole, I love the way I always feel like a mad scientist, with my face pressed against the door one eye scanning my small view of an often empty hallway.
That’s when it...
There is a boy in there,and he is listening to...
I can feel the hand of fall pressing down on my chest, making my breathing more labored and my smile a fake. “I’m a lot more paranoid than most people would think” I said in passing reaching out in confession. “I know” his eyebrow said to be trying not to me noticed, but, seen none the less. He light a cigarette. I lost my button under a car, we found it, I was glad, I mean, I could have went...
