Death

[saintsdayoff]

I was walking slowly in the cemetery, taking pictures with my old Nikon. I was wearing that old brown jacket and that sweater that's too tight. It was right after a rain, so I could see the sky reflected in the puddles on the mottled asphalt. The smell of earth was deep inside my head, its gritty iron taste bitter on the back of my tongue

Comments

[hulamoo]

did you get a chance to read that book I gave you yet? It really reminds me of your writing style.

[saintsdayoff]

I read the first chapter, but I didn't want to get too far into it because I'm still in the middle of my other book. So far I like it, and I do see some similarities.

So do you think I should start writing short novels in my spare time? :)

[hulamoo]

can't hurt! You should get enough inspiration from the oddities around Marquette... .:)