short story time.

[dem0sthenes]

he pockets his cell phone and grips his keys. he, at the moment, doesnt care whether his feet are freezing to death inches deep in bark and mud. it was raining, and he was barefooted sitting at the side of a suburbian two story house. this is what suburbian kids do: sit in the rain barefooted trying to keep the shivering as quiet as possible. just a few minutes ago he was safely inside playing piano while she explore her new cell phone in an empty house. then the garage door opens.

happy birthday, felix. thanks for the lunch, lui. lack of hygiene is back in, jeric. we should hang out more.