September 7th, 2011 by Thomas Moore § 0
September 1st, 2011 by Thomas Moore § 0
… and the worst thing is that I don’t know what started it – so I’m instantly flung by nerves – just that she’s screaming at me and asking me to pick up a plastic briefcase that’s at her feet. She’s holding a polystyrene cup of pennies and pulling at her hair. “Why can’t you just pick it up and give it to me? I can’t reach it!” She tells someone else that she hopes he goes to Hell.
When did you last cry with your friends? That’s something that I misread and realized whilst I was misreading it but was already on a different part of the street and didn’t want to walk back to find out what it really said.