There was something about the crest of gold filtering through dingy blinds that really pissed him off. Summer’s days were long and hot and Fred could have sworn that if a knife pressed against his skin salty sweat would bleed from his wound.
9 o’clock PM and the sun was still shining.
Fred wanted to curl himself into a ball, insert himself into his refrigerator and sleep like he had in his mother’s womb. The chill would unwind him, seep between his bones, freeze his fingernails, and steal his breath.
But Lord God in Heaven, would he be free of the Sun.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2012-06-21 02:49 am (UTC)Rating: G
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There was something about the crest of gold filtering through dingy blinds that really pissed him off. Summer’s days were long and hot and Fred could have sworn that if a knife pressed against his skin salty sweat would bleed from his wound.
9 o’clock PM and the sun was still shining.
Fred wanted to curl himself into a ball, insert himself into his refrigerator and sleep like he had in his mother’s womb. The chill would unwind him, seep between his bones, freeze his fingernails, and steal his breath.
But Lord God in Heaven, would he be free of the Sun.