I awoke with dry eyes stinging my sockets, still yearning for a few more hours of sleep. I glanced at the clock and could not find the glow of the display; the power must have gone out. The house was quiet, so quiet that I could actually hear silence; a sort of sound that hums like a TV station that went of the air, only tha... More..
The Bus Ride. 1st Draft. I draw deeply on my cigarette observing the bus as it turns down the street. I squint to recognize the route number, route 52, it's my ride. I push back the cuff of my jacket sleeve to check the time on my watch and marvel at the fact that it's on time for once. The February wind seems to protest los... More..
Mountain Dew
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