I am Luke Lawson
I was standing behind two heavily tattooed men in the checkout lane at ALDI. One scruffed up the hair of his son, who sat in a trolley, while his father handed over a $30.00 voucher to the cashier.
By Luke Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
I put the picture frame and the coffee table down at the front of the counter. “No worries luv, how much is the table?” “Oh, I dunno; I didn’t see a price”
“So what have you been up to, Luke?” Charlie said in a soft tone as he worked at the back of hair snipping at the curls. He flicked his scissors like a cowboy and went back in for the kill.
2005: First year psychology student: “I think everyone should be microchipped to prevent crime” Me, Scaffolder: Horrified