December 2010
18 posts
step-step. step-step. hands in my jacket pocket, it’s not even cold. step-step. step-step. this tyke came up to me, hand reaching. my fingers darted for coins, clueless. why hurry? step step. step step. 10 year old girl with the saddest look in her eyes. puppy dog eyes. wallet out. twenty in paper out. “Merry Christmas,” i murmured. did she reply? i wouldn’t know. step...
A stranger stabs you in the front; a friend stabs...
but best friends only poke each other with straws.