Best FriendsHe sighs and gets up. He turns away from me, as if afraid to see my face. He is afraid. I can always tell. It comes in the job description of being a best friend.Best Friends4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Its not that simple, he says, facing the wall. He runs his fingers along the rough plasterwork. I ought not to have paid the guys who did it.
I bet it is simple, I say venomously. I hate it when he cant get to the point. He can never say what he means and I, all too often, say everything I mean. Were supposed to compliment each other. It doesnt work all too well. In the three years Ive known him everything that was important co
Hero For A DayJust another dull day. Same traffic, same smog, same monochrome skyline. The view out of the office window, even twenty floors up, was grey. Except for the little black spots as businessmen and women criss-crossed the streets below, moving to the beat of some inaudible percussion instrument. He sighed. Even after working for years to get to this office it all seemed so temporary, like a borrowed coat, to be shrugged on and off on a whim. Perhaps it was the fact that the décor matched the view.Hero For A Day4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Ping! Another email. No doubt it was some request for some file hed finished with months ago. He pulled his sleeve up displaying a brand ne