I originally posted this to my Tumblr. I’m putting it here as well. As you can see I’m a bit confused about what should go where, but ach. Whatever.
I would love to have a room of my own.
The room would be wide and long and white with a high, high ceiling. There would be a [...]
Tags: Writing
There’s a man who walks across the grassy slope past my office window every day. Every day he passes at the same time. He must work at the University, as I do. He is unremarkable. He is middle-aged, balding. His grey suit fits. He neither hurries, nor dawdles. He carries a brown bag.
But whatever the [...]
Tags: Writing