windows…

he’d drink his black coffee…watch the morning news…sound turned down…just a picture of a pretty face mouthing words…mouthing words…

had the TV on all day…flipping through channels in silence…he’d mumble to himself ’bout how there was never anything on…cooking shows…talk shows…cop shows…shows ’bout government agencies and plots ‘gainst the country…some kinda sabotage…

his phone never rang…no-one ever called…could say the pictures kept him company…could say these people…characters had become his friends…everyone else had left him long ago…

so he sat in his rented room all day watching TV in silence…just pictures flying through the air…

never bothered lookin’ out the windows…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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