a (not so very) short story:

and he kept reading
despite thinking
perhaps
that he should not

hitting the next arrow
and pausing
momentarily
to think,
"why does she have to be so good?"

hitting the next arrow
and pausing
momentarily
to think,
"or is it because it's like reading myself?"

hitting the next arrow
and pausing
momentarily
to think,
"or is it that i love to mourn the death of ghosts?"

and she kept writing
not knowing
for a moment
what had happened

posted by adam @ 7:14 PM