Tunnel Vision

Hey all my loyal followers!! I am so glad I haven't scared you off yet, or better yet, I am so glad you are enjoying my blog. Well here is a little tid bit of a little somethin somethin I'd like to call on the spot free writing...This is where I let my imagination loose for about twenty, thirty minutes and let my hands do the walking over my keyboard doing what they do best. Lets see what story I can come up with on the spur of the moment. ENJOY!!

Tunnel Vision 

     "I don't want to go back to reality. There's too much pain...too much sorrow. I feel like I'm stranded on a crowded subway train stuck in the middle of a darkened tunnel with no exits, a crying baby, a gentleman with bad BO, and an ex con oogling me with his crazy eyes. Where does it end. Or...where does it begin. It all happened the day I died. Standing right on the corner of 4th and Cherry Street. I was on my way to work walking and arguing with my boss on an unsolved personal matter that had no significance to my wandering mind and careless demeanor. I casually walked off the curb and into on coming traffic. Needless to say I finally got the attention of a cab driver. All it took was full body motion.

If you want to hear more on this very short free writing post let me know. I have more to this story floating around in my head. I just thought I would see what you as followers thought. Night all!

Signed the Quiet Writer aka QW