Saturday, December 3, 2011
Tasteless
Lola’s emotions tore at her, as if they were switchblades wrested from her by an unknown gang of assailants, then used to flay her. Empty as a ghost's tongue, she was at a total loss for words.
Maybe I’m not feeling ANYTHING?
Overhead, the sky’s blue gray haze floated like cigarette smoke exhaled in a daytime cocktail lounge.
Tell the truth Lola, she chided herself.
I want an ice cream...........ANY flavor at all, will do.
Maybe I’m not feeling ANYTHING?
Overhead, the sky’s blue gray haze floated like cigarette smoke exhaled in a daytime cocktail lounge.
Tell the truth Lola, she chided herself.
I want an ice cream...........ANY flavor at all, will do.
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