Friday, February 17, 2012

Nate

Seen on the Brown Line to Kimball at about 8:20 p.m., February 16th, 2012 

FUCK. The environment. He is supposed to be thinking about the environment. Tomorrow he has to present on corporate pollution at the General Assembly. Instead Nate’s mind has been dwelling on Ava’s wrist. Her wrist is thin, but strong. He likes the way her blue veins swell and darken when she hoists her homemade protest signs in the air; it’s as though she’s transferring her whole life force into the messages on those signs, like she’s ready to die for the cause at any moment. Nate isn’t sure if he’d die for Occupy, but he would gladly die for Ava. 

I accidentally wrote a drabble again! I love when that happens! 100 words exactly, and it was completely unintentional.

I added ANOTHER new blog to the Links page; it turns out my friend Jane writes a flash fiction blog, too! It's called Sum-Up Stories. Definitely read it. It will make you happy. Flash fiction is good for you. 

Soul music dance party at Late Bar tonight to benefit the Read/Write Library. Aw yiss.

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