Eavesdropping. People watching. Endlessly recording words, phrases and images that jump out at us. This was my homework for today.
A small autobiographical moment:
A couple stood on the sidewalk outside Lindsey's bedroom window, melted in each other's arms. To maintain our anonymity, I reached out and pushed the light switch down, sending the room into darkness.
Though Lindsey was gentle, she couldn't keep the window from making a
small creak as she pushed it open. Her hand was a dark shape against
the streetlights as it moved up to make a gap in the blinds. Her breath
catching from pent-up laughter, she managed a strangled "Gorilla!"
before letting the blinds go with a shuffle. As we dissolved into 2 am
snorts and giggles, the silhouettes of the two people jumped apart and
hurried away in search of a more private location.
Dead leaves wallow in frequent puddles like sleeping ducks on a pond.
His words tumble out of his mouth in glorious abandon.
A crudely drawn face grins vacantly from the surface of the computer desk.
Crumpled red leaves skitter down the sidewalk.
A car horn freezes the early morning silence.
My little brother grins a cherry Slurpee grin at me from the passenger seat as we sing along with Boston's greatest hits.
Guy 1: "These are my contacts for jobs."
Guy 2: "Jobs?"
1: "It's not homework, you just have to meet at 4. I'm trying to get into English."
2: "This is so slow."
1: "Oh, my gosh."
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