Sunday, August 18, 2013

Billions

Innsmouth
Billions was a great name for a book, he thought. It was easy to say and easy to remember. He was writing about the crisis, so it seemed appropriate. When he sat before the blank screen, the cursor blatantly mocking him, he felt the weight of not knowing where to start. Define billions, he thought, that should work… not. Billions of seconds ticked away, increasing his frustration. So, he took up drinking instead of writing. One day, being quite drunk, he hastily crossed the busy street. That’s when billions of atoms hit him. He never even saw the truck coming.

2 comments:

  1. Sad but nice, i saw him getting dirtier and drunker (is that a word ?)
    Ciao.

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    1. If the reader can visualize what I intend to convey, like you did, I succeeded. Thank you for your comment, Qt.

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