Hey, writer-type folks. Every Friday we do a fun free-write. No reason. Just ending the week in style.
You can write whatever you want in the comments section. You have three minutes. Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So, tell a friend. Then send 'em here to read your 'three' and encourage them to play. Have a good weekend!
It must be my fault, huh? You look at me with that squint-eye like you're staring at a goddamn explosion. Ashes rain from the sky. They are metaphorical, and we won't get into it. Point being, sure, it's probably my fault. But it takes two to argue.
There are little, quiet places I put aside during the day. I collect them and balance them against each other. Compare. I know that they will be waiting, I find comfort there.
From time to time you have to step back and look up at the sky with your mouth hanging open. You might catch a few raindrops in there. Or snowflakes. Maybe a bird will shit in your mouth, but you'll still be one step ahead of all the other folks staring at the awkward ground.