the heat was unbearable. i was walking out onto my third floor balcony, gingerly peering to see if the pool had emptied so i could take my midday dip, when i saw him. six foot four, bleached blonde boiling lobster of a man sprawled out beside the pool. he wasn't dead, but he wasn't aware either, thanks to the earbuds planted in his ear. i crept back into my apartment and grabbed my polaroid. the camera clicked loudly, and i ran back before he could raise his head and see me, clutching the piece of developing film, victorious.
it's Ken!
ReplyDeleteroro, my roro... why can't we be in the same city?
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