notapoet's fiction: Simple pleasures

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Simple pleasures

He missed the soothing rhythm of falling rain on a metal roof. It had been one of the few pleasures of the ramshackle old trailer he had lived in for so many years. “Mobile homes” they called them now, though they had evolved into structures so large and heavy that “mobile” was an obvious misnomer.... Sign in to see full entry.

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