Writings and Musings of The Gril in the Attic for Tuesday, July 10, 2007

A young woman so small that she seemed more boy than woman. She wore a black T-shirt with a band logo splashed violently across the front. The sleeves of the T-shirt had been ripped off at the shoulders and her skinny, but muscular arms were exposed to the night air. A young man was standing a few... Sign in to see full entry.

One lone shoe lay in the gutter. It was bright orange. If it had been a bikini it would have been neon orange. Just like the neon pink bikini he begged his mother for when he was six. The strap on this shoe was thin. Had it been a dress it would have had spaghetti straps like the dress he bought... Sign in to see full entry.