Taking a break in the shop, minimizing, maximizing short stories in Word as I proofread. Check e-mail, check Bloglines, play Slider Tiles, and read Section P, pages 241 through 280 of A Writer’s Reference.
The easily recognized roar of a motorcycle revving up from the stop sign just down the street. I turn to the French doors to watch who would ride in the rain. He flies by. Another behind him by seconds, up on one wheel. In the time that I turn my attention back to the book, I wonder if I did the right thing in the planting; if the downpour will wash all the embryo seeds all helter and skelter away.
No people today visit; they’d melt in the rain. Unless they wore helmets and black leather jackets I suppose.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Slider Tiles? Sounds kinda kinky. Didn’t know you had it in you.