Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Six worders

Every now and again life just seems to become ultra-busy. Now is one such time. Flat out with stuff, hence relative neglect of the blog. And today is little better. I'm reduced to three short six word stories:

Blind drunk, broken stilletto, ripped knickers.

Accelerating, turning, skidding, flipping, bouncing, cutting.

Cold, black, still; brightness, shouting, darkness.

Blame the radio. I thought I was doing a 15 minute radio interview last night at 10pm. I ended up being on a panel for two hours discussing all kinds of news stories. Didn't get home nearly 1am. Enjoyable in an odd, unnerving way.

1 comment:

pattinase (abbott) said...

Seat of the pants stuff, huh.