Tuesday, February 19, 2008

1862.

As she leaned her torso out of the car and vomited into the darkness, he rubbed the warmth of her lower back.

1 comment:

ed said...

a light came on.

a silouette appeared on the shade.

head bent, hair swaying, she appeared to be pulling something.

he imagined that something belonged
to him.

he imagined her to be dark & smokey, a born & bred gypsy princess.