Tuesday, December 26, 2006
A Moment with Trevor
Trevor crossed his legs at the ankle, loving the way his motorcycle boots thunked. He took a minute to light a cigarette; his audience would still be there. Right then, he had them hanging on his every word.
"Don't you idiots know when you've been fucked with," he drawled, inspecting the tip of his cigarette to see if any ash had formed yet. "Someone that camera shy just isn't going to let you see her face so fast."
"Don't you idiots know when you've been fucked with," he drawled, inspecting the tip of his cigarette to see if any ash had formed yet. "Someone that camera shy just isn't going to let you see her face so fast."
Labels: creative writing, fiction