Thursday, 28 October 2010

Sixty-Word Thursday

Tumbling dreams and broken veins fill up dark doorways.

Passersby, scowling. Hurrying.

Don't look. Don't stop. Not far now.

Help me, please.

Nintendo Wii and Facebook. Plasma telly. Wife, chilled Cabernet.

Ooh, a cute dog! If he can feed the dog he can feed himself. They're all the same. Those scamming bastards.

And the leftovers, they fall through holes.

Unwanted and cold.

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