At the bottom of the swimming hole lays a strange plant I've never seen before.
The water looks like air from up here, impeccably clear with only a thin sheet of glass to give away that there was something there. Extending downward like a domed cylinder, there are patches of grass and garbage caked with dirt. On one side, a half buried bicycle, and an old jukebox, bleating out the newest hits. The cracked, inky screen only displays fractions of words and letters. Sometimes I wonder if sunken beneath the clay-lined bottom are the bones of the kids who delved too deep to find the secrets of this town. "Too deep for their own good," is what I a
The warm oven-fresh bread and burnt coffee was a pleasent way to start the morning. It was a mouthful of sweetness followed by the gulp of contrasting dark liquid, that at first scorched, now flowed a little more smoothly down on his throat than it typically did. The morning was pleasent.
His eyes rose to the girl lounging in the chair across from him. She looked just the same as she usually did, a light blue t-shirt and shorts and her well-wron dirt-encursted converse sneakers. He always did like those shoes, years old and always moving. Always quick on her feet. Always grinning, always bounding about, but now strangely calm.
"So, what are
At the bottom of the swimming hole lays a strange plant I've never seen before.
The water looks like air from up hear, impeccably clear with only a thin sheet of glass to give away that there was something there. Extending downward like a domed cylinder, there are patches of grass and garbage caked with dirt. On one side, a half buried bicycle, and an old jukebox, bleating out the newest hits. The cracked, inky screen only displays fractions of words and letters. Sometimes I wonder if sunken beneath the clay-lined bottom, are the bones of the kids who delved too deep to find the secrets of this town. "Too deep for their own good," is what I