Sitting on the cracked brownstone steps, Jim is admiring the ladies of the evening.
Out of razor blades, Jim opts to use the next best thing; a machete.
Jim is having a wonderful conversation with the bathroom mirror.
A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
-Edgar Allan Poe
As she was leaving, he said to her, “naked or clothed, I still love you, and that will never change.”
Frying eggs on top of the sun-baked asphalt.
A pessimist with optimistic view points.