2544.

Even though the sun had set, it gave no indication that it would disappear entirely, and feral bunnies hopped through that permanent crepuscular world.

2543.

Enough wine to feel in his limbs the pull of sleep.

2542.

The last orange streetlight in a row of glowing orange streetlights was the moon, low and seeping through the trees.

2541.

He cut slivers of snakeskin off the corncob.

2540.

He could not play any music, he could not wash any clothes, on his washboard thumbnail.

2539.

Shadows running away from swerving headlights.

2538.

Further on, the bottom of the sky and the clouds within it turned lilac.

2537.

The moon so thin [ ] blue sky showed through.

2536.

The old windup clock clicked frantically towards eleven pm.

2535.

A green cloth bag hung from the chair, its black strap twisted.

2534.

On the sign, all the letters of the word "STRAWBERRY" were black, except for the B, which was actually an 8.

2533.

Hail is a practical form of lightning.

2532.

He considered the toast pre-crumb.

2531.

He considered bread pre-toast.

2530.

He wondered, while sipping a milkshake, if pistachio was a flavor of its own.

2529.

His hands were throbbing and humming in the heat.

2528.

He could not recall any advantages that thinking had brought him.

2527.

A gurgling, a splashing, a rumbling that could only be the dishwasher or his head.

2526.

He counted absentmindedly to twenty-seven.

2525.

What he found within it was alive.

2524.

From his birthday towards hers, for once.

2523.

A slender flowerless lilac with the shade of shaggy maples.

2522.

He could not uncover the significance of the pubic hair in the shape of an S and stuck to the bar of soap.

2521.

What the room smelled of was a dampness left so long that it dried, a pungency, paper labia, the door that opened didn't accept the breeze.

2520.

The stripes of the placemats, the red table cloth, vertical slats wood as chairbacks, the cones of lamplight.

2519.

No window, but light.

2518.

Both feet of the rainbow entered the woods at the edge of the lake.

2517.

The dog in the huddle of dogs dreams and barks, but more a ruffle than a bark, as he dreams.

2516.

The woman's arm would turn into a line of large orange and white pixels, yet she remained secure in her nakedness as if nothing were happening.

2515.

Every raindrop that fell on the windshield shattered into a field of many smaller drops.

2514.

The rain dimpled the streetlight fallen upon the water.

2513.

His spam folder had exactly 1111, so he noticed the number but read none of them.

2512.

The rain rained dark and wet.

2511.

He dramatically pushed aside the curtains of his hotel room to gaze upon diners one floor beneath him.

2510.

He watched a car speed through the alley through the slats of the fence.

2509.

If it were a pencil that had been needed, he would have been fine.

2508.

He was alone in the way only those who are not alone are.

2507.

The room filled with the smells from his body until he was alone with his smells, and content.