Welcome to the Finally Quiet
It made the telltale but somewhat unpredictable snap of a dry towel on the wind at the mercy of direction, wind speed, and obstacles. Snap, it did, to remind one of its weight and presence.
This Geiger counter gives him away every single time. The closer to the truth we get, the faster the clicks; one lid against the other forsaking his secrets.
The fleecy innards of my footy pajamas cling to my freshly powdered legs and feet. My fingers argue with the stubborn, unworked pop-and-lock beads which refuse to come undone. With intention, I stay after them while the television mumbles.
Come One, Come All
Print is Still Alive