Thursday, October 19, 2006

Visit Schedule For Rikers Island

Wet

I've never seen it rain so much. It was a gray day illuminated by a strange light. His footsteps resounded on the pavement accelerated puddles as she walked by my car stopped at a stoplight. The water on the window clouded the picture of his red hair and his breathing rapid and tiresome. Moved away by pouring water on his black coat and when I turned the corner with the green light at the edge of the road, arm soaked in high vacuum was trying to find a taxi.
I stopped my car in front of her, down the passenger window and bending it would bring her wherever he went. Without looking at me shook his head. I walked away leaving that contained thick long red hair and huge breasts getting wet in solitude. Among the troubled
traffic holds a rainy day in this city and crawl through the hellish traffic jam and I circled the block at the same light. Patient waited to get green again and then again double that corner. There he stood, his pants soaked to the knee. Desperate to stop wet and turned against her. Lower window and leaning whispered, how many laps I have to give the block before you let me take you wherever you go?
looked at me, smiled and looked away, confused. Before refusing re-opened the door and went undecided. Without looking at me whisper a thank you when the car began to move.

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