REALITY?: Rainy Day Saturdays

Taking a break in the shop, minimizing, maximizing short stories in Word as I proofread.  Check e-mail, check Bloglines, play Slider Tiles, and read Section P, pages 241 through 280 of A Writer’s Reference. 

The easily recognized roar of a motorcycle revving up from the stop sign just down the street.  I turn to the French doors to watch who would ride in the rain.  He flies by.  Another behind him by seconds, up on one wheel.  In the time that I turn my attention back to the book, I wonder if I did the right thing in the planting; if the downpour will wash all the embryo seeds all helter and skelter away.

No people today visit; they’d melt in the rain.  Unless they wore helmets and black leather jackets I suppose.

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One Response to REALITY?: Rainy Day Saturdays

  1. Mark says:

    Slider Tiles? Sounds kinda kinky. Didn’t know you had it in you.

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