|My attempt at prompt 2...
||[Nov. 14th, 2004|06:52 pm]
...a remedy for barren pages
|||||peter gabriel - troubled||]|
It's gotten awfully quiet around here, so I thought someone best post something.
Criticisms welcome. It took 35 mins in the end, and I've only done the most cursory of edits.
The letter, folded neatly into a small envelope, sat on Josh’s knee.
Unopened, twitching slightly with the movement of the bus, it balanced precariously. Quite happily it could slip off at any moment and flutter to the ground, to be eventually trodden on by other passengers, possibly dragged into the street by the sole of someone’s shoe, lost in storm-water drains, forever keeping its secret. It was so precarious balancing there, and yet it was ( so important...Collapse )