trying too hard? '05, dear god. what even is it!?
So there i am waiting for this girl to arrive when a blindside hits the base of my neck. I spin around, ruffled spit flying round my head like twirls of kitestrings, all action and arms. There's nothing but a long, cool, shaft of grey metal indicating timeframes and logical routes out of here or there. The station roof is damp, it could've been raining nails. Maybe it's just the onset of some new medical inquiry i'll have to make friday 2pm sharp at the docs office downtown. Maybe i won't have to. Maybe this girl will show up. I don't even really know her that well, i thought, i only just created her and she doesn't even have a name yet. She might have already been in someone else's book. Shared characters who never exist. Sometimes they're more rounded in your head than when you actually see their physical dimensions. Is she going to aquire an animal on the way, a pet, a prop, something else to describe? No, here she is, as beautiful as it is hard to describe, sans pet/animal. "I've been waiting for two days here, it's been raining metal objects and if i hadn't made you up on the spot i'd still be stuck in that pergatory. Where shall we go?" She looked displaced, which was fair in my eyes, as she was probably in a much better story elsewhere. The nails had made her hair curl like ribbons, in such a way, she almost changed character. The blood trickled down her face, over her freckles and the contours of her pores, seeping a little into each small, enclave. "To get a hammer, Adam, to get a hammer. Let's go to a D.I.Y shop and get this all sorted ey?" I knew it was the right option, because this was probably just a dream mixed in with futile ideas of scenes not yet fully created or realised and ready to be set out...