One gets used to everything. Forget autumn comes in the fall. Whisper like a familiar city. Do your best to stay detached from shining things. One must speak of diamonds cutting reason.
Posted by: corisa | October 20, 2008
One gets used to
Posted in Drama | Tags: 32 word short story, autumn, diamnods, familiar city, flash fiction, prose poetry
Age dulls when it should hone. Autumn came during the Fall and a familiar city may get hoarse-throated: peopleitis, you see. Sometimes shining things are lifesavers that shape reason diamond sharp.
By: zxvasdf on October 24, 2008
at 2:23 pm