(no subject)
i wrote this yesterday at creative writing club, which actually was kind of insanely fun. we talked buffy! =D
Josh was sitting in the tree at the end of the lane, kicking his feet and dislodging a shower of honeysuckle blossoms. They fell on the street, collecting in Rorschach blots, purple and yellow against the cobblestone ground.
Sam looked up at him, shading his eyes against the brightness of the sun. "Hey," he said, "what are you doing?"
Josh blinked. His eyelashes were long, and fringed his eyes, making them look huge like an owl's. "I'm waiting," he said. He looked immutable, for a moment, translucent. The sun hit him sharply from behind, like he was wearing a halo.
"Waiting for what?" Sam asked, scuffing his feet against the ground.
"They bang," Josh said, "there's bound to be one soon. Stars die all the time." He was looking up, like Sam, too high. Far away, untouchable.
Sam had the sudden urge to pull him down. "You're not a star," he whispered, but he didn't think Josh heard him.
Josh was sitting in the tree at the end of the lane, kicking his feet and dislodging a shower of honeysuckle blossoms. They fell on the street, collecting in Rorschach blots, purple and yellow against the cobblestone ground.
Sam looked up at him, shading his eyes against the brightness of the sun. "Hey," he said, "what are you doing?"
Josh blinked. His eyelashes were long, and fringed his eyes, making them look huge like an owl's. "I'm waiting," he said. He looked immutable, for a moment, translucent. The sun hit him sharply from behind, like he was wearing a halo.
"Waiting for what?" Sam asked, scuffing his feet against the ground.
"They bang," Josh said, "there's bound to be one soon. Stars die all the time." He was looking up, like Sam, too high. Far away, untouchable.
Sam had the sudden urge to pull him down. "You're not a star," he whispered, but he didn't think Josh heard him.