the cove

the cove


It is night. A dreary night in the lonely city. The girl walks from the train down pungent alleyways. she walks to the corner building, in which there is a cove. It is in this doorway of the corner building that she studies his art.  The light flickers; turns off. Cocking her head to the side, she stares at these pictures. She reads the words. Her heart beats very fast. Between the cracks of brick she places a note. she smokes a cigarette, and then she leaves.

statistical hapiness


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s