Feeling sick tonight. Here is a short entry.
“I heard a noise.” The man’s panicked voice whispers harshly.
Moaning, I ask, “What?”
“I heard something.”
“I didn’t hear anything.”
“Well,” he says, “I did.”
“Going to do something about it?”
He sits silently a while, staring into the darkness.
“Didn’t think so,” I say, turning over. I shut my eyes, hoping sleep returns. Then he screamed.
“What,” I bark, more annoyed than anything, but he wasn’t there.
Rising from the folds of cardboard which comprised my bed, I turn my bleary eyes upon the darkness. By the light of a distant streetlamp, I can make out the vague forms around me. garbage, only garbage, and no Larry.
“Larry,” I whisper. “Larry?”
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