Frazzled Fred

[Josh McGrath]

He knew it, just knew it.  He had finally figured out the innermost workings of his brain. With a confused and racing mind, the words that would drool from his mouth produced an acidic metallic mush.  The taste of the mush was bitter, studded with prickles and he found few fellow minds that found pleasure in such pallid writing.  He sat with his friend at a table with bottled water in Soho and said, “I’m fragile, in need of help, but I keep spinning around and seeing only angry or bored faces.”  She gave him a troubled frown and eyes that were desperate to communicate with his own, but could find no substance there.

[Joey Delgado]

Great insight into a frustrated writer's mind. Keep 'em coming. Love the last line. Have seen that look before.