A quiet day, A random LOCI fiction

[squarey]

Dusted this one off my C: drive. Too long for the Angst challenge, but angsty all the same.

7:16am
Coffee. I take a sip of blistering hot coffee and feel it burn down my throat. My eyes are closed, my mind still half asleep. The coffee feels hot in my veins.
Shower. Hotter than the coffee. Well, maybe not hotter, but hot enough to turn my skin red. I

Comments

[lozziecap]

Did you mean to spell "random" like that? Is it a pun?

This is such a gentle piece of writing, and I love that - your style on this one perfectly compliments Goren's inner mood, and makes me as the reader climb inside his life effortlessly. I remember well, when I lived on my own, often going for a whole day without actually speaking to another human being.

I can't help feeling this could be part of something bigger. Did you have plans for it to go on, or is it just a stand-alone?

[squarey]

Thanks. I edited "random". I wish I could be so clever as to construct a pun.

"...gentle piece of writing...", this is perhaps one of the nicest things someone has said to me in a review. I treasure knowing what people are thinking as the read. You also could feel my motivation. When I wrote this, it was tangled up in a larger piece, and I think I've mentioned mostly I write because someone or something someone says inspires me. And, I have a friend who lives alone and she said sometimes she can go an entire saturday without talking with a single soul.

[squarey]

I thought I should post this before hell hits the fan on sunday night in the season finale. Though, from all of the chatter, I don't think we get to see the William Brady part of things tonight. Oh - and your icon - to die for.