The Gum Thief
I think about it all the time - how the end is going to look and feel. When it finally happens, it won't be the way I thought it would be. Here's how the end of the world happens: It's a Sunday afternoon, and I'm at a barbecue in someone's back yard. I'm sick of too many people and of standing in the sun for too long, so I go around to the side of the house and sit in an old folding chair, wishing it were nighttime and that I hadn´t come to the party. I'm looking at a fly buzzing in front of me. It isn't bugging me or anything - I'm tracing its flight pattern in the air behind it,like an invisible waggling strand of yarn, when out of the blue, the fly stops and falls to the ground.
0 Comments:
Enviar um comentário
<< Home