a dynamic short fiction
created for you just now:
I got one lady, she's like the day I learned to drive: Everytime I see her it just makes my day. She might ride once, twice in a week, in the mornings. She works at some hospice up the road, I think. She's got a face like a nurse, walks like a nurse, wears a pen on a little rope around her neck like a nurse.
I love how when I have my headphones on, it's like I'm in another world. Like nobody knows I'm listening to them, like it's all just me and my music, but I can see them and they can't see me. Like they think I can't hear them, but I can, if I want, and then I'm like way in charge.
I can't really think about dinner because some man in a Sabres jersey is bothering this little girl sitting near me. She's pretending not to hear him, but she gotta hear him. He's almost yelling. What a fuckhead. I'm sorry, but that's a shitty way to behave.