On Troped I wrote...
“Gooooood morning.” Enwrapped in the overcast sky, enwrapped in the eulogy of the low light of his room, Allen rubs his eyes. He isn’t speaking to anyone—just remarking on the lateness of his waking: 11:36am. Days like this…
August 27 2011, 11:00am
On Troped I wrote...
“You really want to drive down here.” “Of course I do,” Allen said. “Okay. It just seems like you do all the driving,” Jamie replied. She was keeping her voice down because she was at work and there…
January 8 2009, 9:00pm
On Troped I wrote...
Allen trudges back to the bedroom to get his gym bag. Just beneath the bag, sitting at the foot of the bed, is an envelope of pictures. Without opening it, Allen sets the pictures of he and Jamie…
October 20 2008, 4:37pm