Thursday, August 03, 2006

55 fiction

She walked a little faster, hugging her books closer to her chest as she crossed the street.

They stood by the corner shop, sharing cigarettes and profanities.
She caught the eye of someone she used to know. He didn't say anything, but he didn't stop the catcalls either.
They used to dig for earthworms together.

And this is what BB from Dilettante says.