people watching at the coffee shop
I'm supposed to be here curing my unemployment, being productive, making the most of all this new-found free time. I am not, however. Instead, I'm making a nuisance of myself and being a drain on this coffee shop's limited resources while amusing myself by writing about the people within my immediate vicinity.
Bird of the Night
'Fuck me.' Aaron thought. He'd reckoned it would have been easy to find an owl in a barn, but after five trips in as many days pleading with five separate, confused, farmers, he was beginning to think it would be easier to find an owl in a fucking swimming pool.
A frank letter to white people who may have disputed the fact that Black Lives Matter.
I was not initially going to write this, but with my attention recently having been caught by a fellow Vocal Challenge writer, I felt a significant and immediate urge to do so.
Here it is - the 'yeet' story
Before I start, I feel the need to trigger warn anyone who may be prone to experiencing second hand embarrassment, this one may not be for the faint hearted.