How Cold The Grass
June 01, 2006
Laura’s train pulled up to the station just as the storm ended. The night was electic with wetness and I was mad with wanting her. I haven’t seen her in a while. To celebrate, I pulled of my clothes and ran naked through the suburbia. “Your neighbours will see us,” she whispered. The grass was wet and cool on my feet, and the night became an endless embrace.
Posted by Tudor at 05:30 PM in Various Positions | TrackBackComments
Hello! You don’t know me, but my friend Jelena, who interviewed you, introduced me to your blog.
I just wanted to say that though I probably will never meet you, I like that a person like you exists.
That is all!
Posted by: Chris on June 04, 2006 at 02:21 PMHey Chris! I’m pretty glad I exist too :). Thanks for your comment — and yes, Jelena rocks.
Posted by: Tudor on June 04, 2006 at 11:17 PMThat was a fun storm, too… we had bouncing clouds and everything out here!
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