Inspired by Saturday’s Litcrawl, we thought we would have a literary Sunday. So, if you feel moved by the photo, add to this story in the comments section and we will add your lines to the copy.
More than anything, he wanted a baby. Or was it a drink? But when he poked his head into the stroller, what he saw was a dog. Worse yet, it was a Pekingese.
But conception and ‘conception’ remained equally abstract ideas to a man whose fundamental purpose was to win. He wished he could step out of his mind, as easily as he stepped out of his shoes. His mind was as rank as a pint of cheap liquor, burning with negative thoughts.
Contributing writers: Frank Gay, Sandra Salmans, Felicia Madriz, Helene
he wished he could step out of his mind, as easily as he stepped out of his shoes. His mind was as rank as a pint of cheap liquor, burning with negative thoughts.
But when he poked his head into the stroller, what he saw was a dog. Worse yet, it was a Pekingese.
Or was it a drink?