Word Pitcher
Sometimes words ambush me. I record them here to remember, be inspired, or just enjoy.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
13
Her saturated socks sucked at the floor, each step like dart gun bullets.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
12
She made another tiny cut and watched the scarlet dot swell, a kind of velvet violence.
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