“What the f—? You’re kidding me!”
She sits on the curb outside The Purity. She’s so deeply involved in pressing buttons on and talking to her smart phone that she appears to forget she’s holding a burning cigarette. When she takes a drag, she makes it meaningful, tugging it all the way down to her toes. She’s also chewing gum.
She’s a skinny little thing in her mid-90’s—or maybe she’s my age. It’s hard to tell.
She looks like a troll doll left under a pile of leaves for the winter and found after the spring thaw. Like a troll doll, there’s a cute quality to her face.
I wonder why she’s sitting on the curb with the pant legs of her jeans hiked up to reveal white anklets and tan Keds sneakers. It’s too dreary and cold to be sitting outside.
Maybe she’s waiting for someone. In the meantime, maybe she’s playing Words with Friends.
This is the best entry yet! Keep ’em coming… Love you, Kate
Thank you! I love you, too!
you are so funny
Kate, you need to put these on http://www.cowbird.com
Really? How do I do that?