Thursday, January 7, 2010

biscuit and gracie

On the table next to her, piles of assorted mail leaned in precarious angles, threatening to come down like a demolition project at the slightest provocation. Already on the floor were one or two envelopes that had slipped free from the melee and were waiting to be accidentally kicked under the sofa where they would stay until such a time as the occupant moved to new digs. People don't live like this, she thought, but immediately cleared that thought from her head. Becoming friends with Gracie Lawn would require her to suspend her own reality.


jonesnori said...

I have a pile of mail like that.

immersion said... put poetry to chaos.

OyaSophia said...

Biscuit and Gracie are two characters that have been living in my head for a long time. I've committed bits and pieces of their lives to paper, but have nothing that even remotely resembles a finished product. But still they come and still they will reveal themselves to me! So I approach them from different voices, always seeking to tell their story, as it is revealed to me.