"You don't remember my name, do you?"

 

On the island of misfit toys there is a slapping and shuffle of sandaled feet marching down the road, of bodies clothed in pinks and whites, humming with drink and radiant heat. 

One more dark and stormy, one more dance, one more song they sing.  They pull and stretch at the evening or at each other, hoping to make a place to hide.  The morning will be bright, but a swim in the ocean…

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He sat spinning the football in his hands, fingering the white struts of the ball and making a pump fake or two. The tie felt tight around his neck. His heart beat with the secret hidden in his pocket, a poem.

She rarely put on makeup and the wet clay smell of it was a new thing in his small, tired looking apartment. She looked alien in it. There in the bathroom was a girl he had hardly known a month ago. His eyes swept the parquet floor, the dust bunnies… Continue

A breeze shimmied and crashed through the tops of the trees and let out in silence. The night was still in a way a house could never be. His parents house in particular. They had been watching television with volume way up and between scenes his mother would look over to him as if to say, isn’t this a gas.
Things were different or maybe they were just the same. College had changed things.

I am a sinking lump on the couch. A hangover has something to do with it, that and maybe TNT's programming director who has been piggybacking movies on top of another so that when the credits role on the left side of the screen a second movie starts on the right.



So now I'm stuck here, where I could otherwise be outside in the park with the birds and the sunshine. I could go for a run, maybe I'll just do some internetting...



I order a Dominos pizza "Brooklyn style" which… Continue

The swank downtown club lifts like a cabin on a Ferris wheel - a cabin with hanging gardens, flashing lights, and loud music. You’re pushed in between the beautiful people drinking and twittering on their phones, stretching their faces and beating their hands to make waves. The celebrity squeezes past to VIP for the twenty-five grand appearance fee and the Ferris wheel goes up and up. You drink and you dance. Gears turn other gears, the music gets louder and the bubblegum vodka pours in every… Continue