Friday, July 29, 2005

Clear your mind

If you lip synch to Ashlee Simpson, is there a sound?

This week's 55 Fiction Friday:

Seemingly by its own doing, the seed from the lemon wedge separated into the glass of water. He hated that, but it didn’t matter. For now, the beverage existed only to take his focus off her. It was calming to look at, really.

Next time I break up with someone I’ll order wine, he thought.

1 comment:

bdure said...

I remember a reviewer seeing Howard Jones in his mid-80s glory, doing little but turning banks of synthesizers and drum machines at the proper intervals, and asking if the concert would continue if Jones dropped dead.