Two Sentence Tuesday #47

Owen relished those special moments when he could put on a set of headphones and shut out the rest of the world. The Beatles were always a particularly lush vacation from the ambient clutter that usually made his eardrums bleed. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #46

“Is this really it,” he asked, mournfully grimacing.

“I badly wish it wasn’t,” she confessed, her hand on the door knob. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #45

“What the hell am I doing with my life,” I groaned, driving away from my latest disappointment.

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” a voice whispered from the backseat.

Two Sentence Tuesday #44

            Each day felt like an exercise in patience for Carl, as he sat there watching the clock smugly mocking him with every grating tick. Some days, it was all he could do to not rip the little bastard from the wall and punt it off the roof. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #43

           Everyone remembers the night the skies burned. How often do you see threads of tangerine flame winding through obsidian clouds? 

Two Sentence Tuesday #42

            Kevin deliriously wrote Alicia a Hail Mary of a love letter, penning every awkward confession he had been too afraid to say aloud. As he read through his completed missive, shameful stabs of cowardice had pierced Kevin’s heart and he hastily crumpled the note into a ball before tossing it into the trash. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #41

            “Have you ever seen so many dead eyes in one place?” Jason whispered, his glance wandering around the room.

            “Well,” Mick hissed, “we are in the DMV.”