How do you find music in a jackhammered song? I have never heard it play so I can't tell you. You seem to know the rhythm though. You have heard it last through the dream, the sleep then the awakening to the echo of silence, of emptiness it leaves.
Was it the sound that drove her away, the Danish girl, with healthy hips? Or did the hole swallow her and she now sits sipping coffee at the bottom, waiting for you to come downstairs?
I am still trying to comprehend the music of a jackhammer but the doot,doot,doot, is too much for me. Maybe if I dreamed it, it will sound better.Ha.... I love @donkeypong. Poetry sits in your lines like a girl waiting for a bus, I tell you.
This was beautiful. The best free write I have read in a while. I didn't know you did creative writing. I have not been following your blog for long though, so maybe I have been missing out some good stuff. I do a bit of poetry and fiction myself, so I kind of enjoyed this. All on a jackhammer though. Cool stuff bro.
Thanks, but I see it as 'dark and stormy night' stuff. It's fiction, but not of any great quality. Somebody tearing up my kitchen floor first thing in the morning really did happen and so that's a true story, though the country and girl were moved to protect the innocent. The madness and everything else is random junk I added.
Great fiction is mostly truth spiced with lots of lies. The madness and everything else is what captures my attention mostly. It was a good write.