A WHOLE LOT OF ME
January 14th 2008 11:49
“She’s just a bitch,” my cousin Bianca said when we parked at a red light. She refused to calm down. “She’s, like, an effing bitch, and that’s all there is to it. She’s a bitch, okay? Accept it. The world has decided that she's one thing, she's a bitch.”
She was talking about her niece.
We looked for a park at a place called Park Road, and, well, parked. We drank coffee at a café. We sat on chairs. Couples were on dates, families were out for dinner, friends were gathering and laughing. Nothing new, nothing different, just the same as ever. There was one guy, one old guy sitting in the distance somewhere, and I noticed him because he was sitting by himself, his feet and knees up on his chair, and he was writing on some notepad with one hand and he was holding a cigarette in the other. He had a whole bunch of wrinkles and even if he was old, he had an earring on one ear and his hair was styled to look funky. He was wearing a tight shirt, but you could see his man boobs. Was I going to become like him? I hope I’m not going to become like him.
What kind of person do I want to turn into? Maturity frightens me. Age frightens me. A lot of things frighten me. It’s pathetic, I know.
Bianca left and I walked beneath and within the night sky, thinking how corny it was for me to think about how I was walking beneath the night sky. I’m back in Brisbane, but I want to fly somewhere else. I’ll tell you the rest of my last days in Townsville as time goes on, but all I can say now is that I’ve nearly finished my manuscript. I can’t wait until it’s finished. It’s eaten a whole lot of me. I want to put it away.
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Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
They say there is at least one book inside everyone of us... and when it's out..
e.m.p.t.i.n.e.s.s (?)
Silence
p.e.a.c.e...(?)
Ah, but writers must write and humans must age, and the night sky will always feel like velvet against my skin...
I really look forward to reading your book.
Lilla ...