Wednesday, June 24, 2009

My Quirky Novel 4 Landing

And then the lights faded and we were left alone in the dark once again. The sounds were all distant, all echoed whisper-like in the memory of the roar that only seconds ago consumed the air between us.

We just were. Lee, and I.


When I finally get to work, it seems like an hour of tired driving, my throat is a dry, tight muscle. I keep a hardhat in my car, and I put it on. It mats my dirty, wet hair to my forehead. I cringe at the feeling.

I sigh, and know that Lee and I will make it, eventually.

1 comment:

© Andrew Alexander Mobbs said...

I think we have similar writing styles.