You Keep Going These Longways, Sweetheart |
___Her wrist curved over the empty glass she was ashing in. A slight tap from her index finger. The little muscles in her hand twitching with the movement. There was a specific depression in...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Apr 2006 12:40:00 GMT |
Head Wound (Work in Progress) |
Wanted to relax, make things well. I wanted a cigarette. Eyes hurt, the machine wasn't working well this week. Got it cheap at the Salvation Army, it's my fifth one. Needed to finish the novel. Stuck ...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 22:21:00 GMT |
Sunshine Got Fingers Everywhere (Work in Progress) |
He said go, we did. This was before, back of the bar. One line, one pill then another. Ordered another round for us. Alice was in a black dress, cut up the middle of her legs. Told her to be careful w...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 22:35:00 GMT |
