April 21, 2014
I write music journalism articles on a regular basis, poems and ultra-short stories on a more irregular basis.
Her mind was more than elsewhere; Clouds 9 to 20 had been reserved already with thoughts of her various previous love interests, and this time her thoughts were on more mundane matters. But that still hardly saved her when fender met bumper and the brakes slammed on too late. Cursing herself for a lack of attentiveness, and still not resolving the dilemma over which cornflake brand Tom would actually eat, she drove off quickly before the other driver could register the license plate in his head.
Hi, writer here. Primarily of the journalistic tendency, with flights of creative fancy every so often.