Posts Tagged: prose

She didn’t bring a towel – Scene 1 2 3 4

It was late. Or early. Depending on when you start counting. Everybody had gone. Except for her. She was the last man standing. Soon they would be back. Keep her company. Too soon. Until then, she’d enjoy the utter lack

She didn’t bring a towel – Scene 1 2 3 4

It was late. Or early. Depending on when you start counting. Everybody had gone. Except for her. She was the last man standing. Soon they would be back. Keep her company. Too soon. Until then, she’d enjoy the utter lack

The Unbearable Existence of a Key

              Je suis une clé. Une clé française. Ma vie est solitaire. Je n’ai pas d’amis. Je suis seule.                     Tous les jours. Toute la

The Unbearable Existence of a Key

              Je suis une clé. Une clé française. Ma vie est solitaire. Je n’ai pas d’amis. Je suis seule.                     Tous les jours. Toute la

Saturday Log

When life hands you the leading actress role, you just gotta play it. 1015: CG starts cruising around Floating Castle like sharks. 1020: 8 to 10 sharks asks permission to board Floating Castle. It gets crowded. 1021-1055: Lots of blah.

Saturday Log

When life hands you the leading actress role, you just gotta play it. 1015: CG starts cruising around Floating Castle like sharks. 1020: 8 to 10 sharks asks permission to board Floating Castle. It gets crowded. 1021-1055: Lots of blah.