Saturday, October 08, 2005
I'm secretly morbid inside I know.
I saw a little toddler kid standing by the glass railings while waiting for N with A last night. Then something lit up in my mind:
The last thing she heard was the sound of her own scream.
And I like it the way it is.
I saw a little toddler kid standing by the glass railings while waiting for N with A last night. Then something lit up in my mind:
The last thing she heard was the sound of her own scream.
And I like it the way it is.
