On writing poorly

Awake

2008-08-25T10:43:00.000-07:00

He was 5' 8" and around 200 pounds, and though she was taller than him, she weighed significantly less. He just started to wake, and she was clutched around him, and he was sure if he could see them from above it would look something like a snake curled around a boulder. The permanency of their relationship was always something he knew he couldn't count on, but this morning everything felt ok. He was almost happy. He enjoyed her ability to stay sleeping even though she was knotted around him.

While primarily he feared she would leave, one day, seemingly arbitrarilly. He also had another concern, that she would die. He never knew if his concern was legitimate or not. She was very skinny, her bones all almost visible. There was an implied illness, never spoke of, just there.

"One day, I am going to move to France." He had no idea if she was awake or if that was just something muttered from sleep.

part2

2008-06-22T02:20:00.000-07:00

"Look I really don't think I have to explain myself to you"
"Well look, I have had so much to drink I can smell my blood/brain barrier"
"What?"
"Huh"
"Look are you ok"
"Umm......ye..ah"
"Ok look I am taking you to my place tonight"
"awesome"
"what?"
"huh?"
"Look just follow me"
They walked a couple of blocks, and when they got there all he could make out was that they were going into a store...and the upstairs led to what appeared to be a domocile.

She emerged, Part1 of The Story

2008-06-09T18:09:00.000-07:00

She opened the door to the grocery store's walk in freezer and then left the "back room" through an emergency exit with a broken alarm. She was very cold from having stayed in the walk in refrigerator for significantly more than an hour. As she approached the road, she noticed a passed out man, who she could only assume was drunk near the exit she was leaving. She walked to the sidewalk and waited for her ride. The drunk made a grunting noise now and again, while she waited patiently. Fifteen minutes had past and she was certain her ride wouldn't come, so she looked at her prospects for walking down either way on this road. Before she had decided which way to take she heard the drunk get up and she turned around to meet him before he had a chance to surprise her. Now that he was in the light she could see his nose was bleeding and his eye was swollen. And he didn't look all that homeless. He fell towards here almost hitting the ground but she caught him. "GODDAMN, You're cold"