I know you are reading my stuff...So why exactly is it, you haven't gotten a hold of me?
Across the road from my home is an apartment building. It is made of brown brick and has three stories.
It also has plenty of windows I often forget about while I go about my daily and nightly routines.
I also forget my curtains are white, lacey and see-through scraps purchased from an aisle in Wal-Mart.
Fifteen apartments. That may all house people with binoculars.
It was the muggiest night this past summer had owned.
Brenda was down for a visit and when she comes, it usually means a night spent over on my couch for her. Brenda lives in another town.
It was one in the morning, no sleep to be found between the two us. We sat slouched on my front porch trying to capture the occasional breeze offered, sucking it deep into our lungs, praying it would cool us down.
Our glasses of Pepsi sweated warning us how warm the drink would taste in our mouths.
"Tilly! Tilly!" the shout sat our spines straight as we looked across the street to the where the sound was coming fr...
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Just thought I'd say hello and thak you for being the first person to comment on my blog. I'll be happy to return the favor, although I really haven't had much of a chance to yet. I'm really just getting started on this daily posting thing, but I've got a lot to say, so stay tuned and feel free to ask me about what I write. I'm sure I'll be inquiring about your ideas as well. Cheers Q!
AJ