Monday, July 01, 2013

Summer Tale

It starts as a flash out of the corner of your eye. You smell burnt toast. When you come to, a mist has covered the lake. You want to tell someone on the phone where you've collapsed, but you can't. You sound like an animal trying to eat and moan at the same time. A slug has crept into your mouth and is slithering down your throat toward your heart.

1 Comments:

OpenID kluschek said...

i love this.

1:56 PM  

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