Stray dog, nosing around all sorts of back alleys and empty lots. Searching. Sniffing out any patch of wilderness she can find. Searching. Looking to play. Looking to run wild. Bigger horizons than these grey buildings allow.
Utterly lacking in inspiration and figuring that whole run with a sentence thing from yesterday worked so well, I’m trying it again tonight. Got a couple of tweeps to send me a opening line, or two… (click on each of the lines for a link to the contributors’ twitterfeed) * * * The air was … More Day 65 – The Scent of a Woman
I’ve just been checking my heart. There’s not as many cracks as I remember. The road trip got me looking at again, I’d been too busy to pay much attention to it. I’m back at the site of The Big Break-up.
You can tell by the way his hair bends and curls in the back that it had been in a ponytail earlier today, but now it’s just a mess of curls roving. His legs are stretched out, feet kicked out of sandals, heels resting on his shoes; barefoot but not shoeless. Everything in his body … More Day 59 – Guy on a Bus
Meals with Gloria aren’t so much a physical necessity as a social one. Whatever unholy force animates him also fuels him. He doesn’t really need to eat – aside from that constant background buzz, that constant craving for braaaains….