September 2005
[…] bob stepped with caution through the quiet kitchen. the room hummed as he reached into the fridge. "everything is loud — nothing is quiet these days" he thought as the door clapped shut. the floor squeaked as he stepped toward the garden window. he stared at pat, who sat still among the hedgerow. pat understood the traffic, which raced past this hour… […]
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This is article #332, posted by Perishable on Monday, September 19, 2005 @ 12:24am. Categorized as Textual, Timeline, and tagged with chronicles, memories, poetry, writing. Updated on November 03, 2007. Visited 12649 times. 0 Responses »