Arden

If she didn’t know better she would think he planned his life cinematographicly. That first time in the car when he reached over and touched her face and then ran away. And then that time he pressed her up against the map of Canada and kissed her under the naked light bulb in the back hallway of the B and B, leaving her astonished - fixed, like a wild animal caught in a trap in that moment right before frantic thrashing when surprise holds more than the trap itself.

jonny braill

Fiction Alert!

one winter i was blind and it didn't matter because you played guitar and sang and had a bed with furry sheets and the kind of stomach you don't need eyes to appreciate.

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(oh gawd i have so many random little bits like this in my brain. so many imaginary boys swimming like so many lost sperm in my head. i'd be a writer except it would probably only be boy crazy teeny hoppers who would read my stuff. not a bad market i hear... i could just make them all vampires or wizards or the next best thing ... which i will keep to myself because it is too lucrative an idea to give away.