Archive for May, 2013

an ink pen a sheet of lined paper an envelope he was determined to write something


the day hadn't yet begun it was very cold he smiled at the grey

he didn't know what he felt a sudden coldness complication piercing his flesh

their voices were hushed frantic there were no more threats

he kept trying to protect his face with the arm of his grey overcoat

he blew his whistle and raised his baton the passing traffic halted

sweeping crumbs onto a piece of cardboard tossing them into the grey