Posts Tagged ‘prose’

are the books in the van

Mind blank. Frustration. I’m certain I’m the only one. Been wandering haven’t stopped for hours. Feet are aching and there’s a lump in my calf muscle. Feels like golf ball unraveling as the case slips down towards my heal. Must stop but I’m lost. Keep going, I’ll get there. The only problem? One of the problems. I have no idea what’s there. Hopeless.