Under the supposed sound of rain, we are all dry, waiting for that time long ago when the sister of the famous tennis player drove her H3 off the cliff and landed, making a puff, coming back as a big bus that presently roils our nerves as we know we should be in another place where better things are happening to people of good will who are too self-centered to realize how blessed the air has been to them, and the bus, it steals our memories of good and inspires our fears of future.
The delicate lady crosses the street.
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#1 by Indigo Spider on August 4, 2011 - 11:01 pm
The self-centered should not be so blessed. It seems unfair somehow. I love the feel of the world moving around, or passing, or continuing despite the observer. The writing gives me this disconnected feel like those slo-mo shots in movies, where someone is walking slow but the world is rushing in a blur around them. I feel that way too often, when I stop and think, so I try not to stop and think, but shouldn’t you stop and think?
#2 by Carl on August 9, 2011 - 5:58 am
I understand your comment, right to the bone. I think there are different kinds of self-centered. I appreciate your thoughts.
#3 by Carl D'Agostino on August 5, 2011 - 8:42 am
“…it steals our memories of good and inspires our fears of future.” So pregnant with thought provoking imagery
#4 by Carl on August 9, 2011 - 5:58 am
Thank you for your comment, Carl. I appreciate it.
#5 by Fountains on August 6, 2011 - 11:46 am
Loved this. Intriguing, and thought-provoking. Short, but brilliant. Impressive.
#6 by Carl on August 9, 2011 - 5:59 am
Thank you so much for your comment. I appreciate it.
#7 by Kay Camden on August 8, 2011 - 10:54 am
One long long sentence, one short sentence.
I couldn’t write a grammatically correct sentence that long if my life depended on it.
#8 by Carl on August 9, 2011 - 6:03 am
I never watch to see if they’re grammatically correct, so who knows?