1.2.18
“Fine.”
I sweated as I read
writers writing about writing because you all know I want to be a writer and I don’t believe I am though I write on regardless. I sat out sunning in the center, oily and perspiring. My own ego spanked me so I lurked around the interspace looking for music that matched my sense of life
I sweated as I read Read More »
1.2.17
At some point during the morning, when Addy finished helping ease the checkout backup, Penelope stared him down sorting bills in the drawer and when he didn’t feel her eyes she asked, “How’re you doing?”
1.2.16
“Oh?” he said, everything under her skin presenting in her velveteen complexion and painted cheeks, the wheatgrass hair falling over his hand as she pulled away like a breeze from a thunderhead, imminent in the unbroken field.
blnkspc_ | Queens
Sometimes you look to get stuck somewhere. In a city, I think, lodged in a wooden chair with both legs wedged in the gap between the floorboards. The choices on the breakfast menu paralyze me everyday in line at the pharma-kiosk on the terminal. I always end up getting the same thing. I’d like a
1.2.15
“I couldn’t reconcile the cash, something was missing but I didn’t want to bother you,” Penny explained over the humming HVAC while Addy gently let her go, tightening again.
1.2.14
And then he relaxed again, his arm around the small of her back in the corner of the empty break room that fell beyond the periphery of the camera’s gaze, “store close up okay?”