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The Newsstand
Feb. 10th, 2013 09:29 amChapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter IV
The next morning there was a steady rain, and I was hungover. My brain throbbed in my skull; my body creaked, petrified: an old stone skeleton. I didn't want to go to the newsstand. In the short space of two or three days it had taken on a darkness. I felt it sitting there alone on the street corner. A giant metal box, filled with papers, candy, yesterdays coffee — but otherwise hollow.( Read more... )
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
The next morning there was a steady rain, and I was hungover. My brain throbbed in my skull; my body creaked, petrified: an old stone skeleton. I didn't want to go to the newsstand. In the short space of two or three days it had taken on a darkness. I felt it sitting there alone on the street corner. A giant metal box, filled with papers, candy, yesterdays coffee — but otherwise hollow.( Read more... )
