jumpingfish

What do you think of when you look at this? Paint by numbers. I sat there silent for a moment, staring at the screen. She started laughing. What? There’s nothing wrong with that. I loved paint by numbers. I nodded, smiling. She walked toward the door, smiling. I think I’ll leave now.

Thursday was the new moon. The sky was clear. The sun had just set. But there was no sign of it. Try as I might from behind the wheel on the commute home, peer as much as I might try at the darkening sky in the west, I could see nothing, not even a thin, […]