Kerry Cooper
Stories (2/0)
Sprouted in Old Barrels
In between my room and the back veranda where I spent most of my time, was a tiny 6x8 room used to iron clothes. The room was always dark as the only natural light that made its way in was filtered through an insubstantial window whose purpose I never truly understood. Permeating the room was the scent of the old ironing board, crispy yet warm after years of use. The room always had clothes newly pressed or just about to be, hung up in the makeshift closet or strewn around on top of the barrels that were pushed up against the longest wall. When no one was around and I got tired of climbing the grill that enclosed the veranda I’d always sneak into the little room to search through the barrels.
By Kerry Cooper3 years ago in Confessions
Bones in the Dessert, Kisses in the Booth
Funny enough I actually had to think about it. Like seriously, what show do I truly consider my most binge worthiest? You see I have a problem, better yet let's call it a challenge. If I find a show that I love, I can no longer hear, see or function in the real world. To take things up a notch I require to know how it plays out immediately. Not next week, not next year, not next season...now. The witches brew of questions and theories that plague my mind would drive me into overload and an inevitable system crash, causing an immediate dissociative response to said show.
By Kerry Cooper3 years ago in Criminal