Suddenly awake sitting bed, Clive blinked sleep eyes. Time? Looked clock cursed breath. Late work third time week. Trouble. Yanking trousers legs stumbled doorway nearly fell stairs. Grabbed phone punched numbers.
‘Sorry. Car broken down waiting repair.’ Listened boss. Swallowed. ‘No. Car engine seized. Oil.’ Waited awkward silence. ‘Hour? Half hour. Sorry.’
Slammed phone swore. Opened fridge cold pizza last night. TV black white film. Plane runway.
‘Start beautiful friendship.’ Fade.
Eep! I need something for my nerves...
ReplyDeleteGuest written by Rorschach?
ReplyDeleteI wonder what the autosummarized version of this post would be like...
ReplyDeleteFind advil. Swallow.
ReplyDeletePeople don't really do this, do they? I can't accept that.
ReplyDeleteJust as I was thinking 'Thank goodness I've never seen this done in real life'... someone posts a story using prose like this on a blog I frequent!
ReplyDeleteSpreading! Run hills! Run hills!
This how I think when tired. So tired...
ReplyDelete[in Tor Johnson voice]: Time for go to bed!
ReplyDeleteMy nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
ReplyDeleteSpeak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what you are thinking. Think.
Shantih, shanty, shandy.
laughed hard cried. post awesome. time homework. bye.
ReplyDeleteThis GREAT!
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