(Day 56) A Story
“Fifty-six times,” he muttered as he sat at his dinng room table, iPod in hand. “Fifty-six times I’ve sat here and tried to think of the opening line.” He…
Finding spaces
There’s a snatch of sound ringing in my head - the girl in the coffee shop saying “*we are your friends*”. What were they after? Not me, I’m no good at all …
1o Songs About Nothin' [2 of 2]
[cont.] ... I’d warned ‘er before about stayin’ in the damn car, so when they’d both run off’n I was wipin’ blood outta my face, I saw ‘er still sittin’…
1o Songs About Nothin' [1 of 2]
It was nearly midnight an’ I needed ta wake up. Don’t ask me why we were drivin’ aroun’ in a stolen car for two hours, it’s a whole ‘nother story. I told her…
Getting Away
“*Scum, Sweetheart*. That’s what I’d call him. He’s a *runaway train* and he’s heading in the wrong direction entirely. Last thing I want to see is you hopping…
October Wind
I was walking home from the train station. I’d finished college a little late and it was now half past six. The streets were reasonably empty. Just a few…
The Shuffle
The alarm clock flashed from 6:59 to 7:00. Music started to pour in, softly at first, and then gaining in volume. Josh rustled under a mountain of sheets…
Ode to the Ipod
A cold, quiet Christmas Found me, a hermit, content Happily cowering in the cave Created by the absence of light In my room But the piercing glare of a light…
PMP
I bought my iPod from the Apple Store, new in the box. It was sealed, and it’s pretty safe to say that nobody’s touched it but me. I unpacked it and plugged it…