September 23, 2010

100 words no more/no less

The day was hot and ruined.  It used to be good…last week when Fred was free.  The sun still shone, bright, and fiery taunting him to go for one last summer swim at the local pond.

He felt the sun on his skin, closed his brown eyes and breathed deep.

His silent sun meditation was broken by a familiar voice that swirled out of a roaring engine whose loudness quickly faded “You fucking faggot!!!”

Fred opened his eyes and looked at the blacktop and red brick of his social reality.

School was in and he was still out of it.

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