Bits & Pieces: the courthouse

August 30, 2009


I move my hand across the form. It snaps me out of it. Like a scream of victory from a losing team. The exit to the Funhouse or the Hall of Mirrors. My hand clenches the pen. I enjoy the feel of it. The way the black ink slides, unbroken across the page. I sign my name. My name. I sign my name.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

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

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com 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 )

Google+ photo

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

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: