Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones
Disbelief
I can’t imagine another sunset without you. I cannot fathom the constant quiet. Even with music, even with the onslaught of traffic and humanity, all I hear is the lack of you. There is an echo of silence in the … Continue reading
Miss Misery
Strains of Elliot Smith in the apartment; she listens to the iPod through its bluetooth speaker, and wanders around, putting things back where they belong. It’s like cleaning up after an earthquake. A flood. A fire. There’s a damage, here, … Continue reading
Day in the life of…
Say something No pleasant music. No bright lights. No comforting warmth. No one around, except for the thin girl curled around herself to give the illusion of touch, of connection. I’m giving up She rests her cheek against the dirty … Continue reading
First Lines
Blatantly stolen from Inspired by Chuck Wendig, over at Terrible Minds. What would be a first line that would make you want a book? Yes, yes, there will be fiction for you later. I write the pretty words, I promise. … Continue reading