Prose, poetry, fiction, and rambles from people with a bit too much time on their hands.

Stuck in the rain

A heavy noise cuts the air. It is something like the sound of peeling duct tape, yet slow and faded.

Cars drive by on wet pavement. They have places to go, people to see.

Somewhere deep within the heart, a girl sits alone. She’s a profound melancholy for reasons unfounded. She has nowhere to go.

Cars drive by on wet pavement, trying to get out of the rain.

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