timmy
12-15-2013, 08:38 AM
Apparently I wasn't the only one: I saw you down the subway stop ahead of me. You were sprinting, and collided with a support column. Your prosthetic arm flew off, and you kept running.
You made the train, and I did not. All that was left was your lovely arm, glistening from the summer humidity. It smelled of pine and saddleneck oil.
I have it now, in my living room. It's sitting in a hallway basket, with some umbrellas and a digeridoo.
You made the train, and I did not. All that was left was your lovely arm, glistening from the summer humidity. It smelled of pine and saddleneck oil.
I have it now, in my living room. It's sitting in a hallway basket, with some umbrellas and a digeridoo.