An extremely short story written on the train while listening to The Corin Tucker Band entitled: My Seven Grade Writing Assignment

It’s been thirty-six days since I’ve seen another person. The sun beats down on everything around here but I cannot see in front of me. I feel like I haven’t stopped walking since I found myself here.
Sand. That’s all that I can feel. The occasional rock formation, lizard, scorpion tail, bone fragments lighten up the scenery, but today it’s all sand.
I’m relatively sure I’ve felt this sand before. The whole fucking desert is giant circle.
It’s been 27 days since I’ve seen another person. The last thing I can remember is my daughters birthday. She was turned 4. Everyone came over for it. For once our parents got along, imagine that. Just like a fucking sitcom. There were games, prizes, 2 clowns, that’s right two fucking clowns, a pony, it was a blast. “tank you daddy” she said. “anything for my little girl.”
It’s been 43 days since I’ve seen anyone. Sometimes I think my mind is going. Other times I think my mind is going. Just before I got here I was getting married, I was on the plane to Mexico. I guess this is a side effect of the Valium. I must be dreaming. I would love a puppy. I haven’t had a dog in so long. I remember her well. 13 years I had her. She was the best friend I could have asked for. I should have treated her better. I can see her at night, she says it’s alright but that’s not enough for me.
I called my mom two days ago. She said to make sure I wore a coat. I brought an umbrella .

One thought on “An extremely short story written on the train while listening to The Corin Tucker Band entitled: My Seven Grade Writing Assignment

  1. best thing we’ve ever had on the site- also listening to the corin tucker band now- it’s killer.
    well, actually it’s more like a nice puppy to sleater-kinney’s cujo.

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