Snapshots

“Speak easy,” the man says nodding to the noises coming from the bar two doors down.  Inside a band is playing something loud and electric.

“A rescuing,” I say.

Sometimes I wear red when I am alone.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s