Before I am Famous

literature is something we infer after the story is told

Postulations

Posted on | May 22, 2008 |

Tonight the still air reminded of childhood days. Happy? Sure I smiled a lot but anyone could smile all it takes is brain power. I climbed the iron stairs of my apartment building, rusting and narrow stairs that looked like they were ripped from a dead useless lighthouse, and pushed open the wooden door to a star lit sky.
The roof was empty because no sane person  wants to climb the stairs for even a bit of exhilarating romp on the roof top.
On the edge, I look around the twinkling cold landscape. The world will go on.

Without me.

Category: supernova- 100 word stories

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