The Pisser

He pulls his car over deciding for once not to let beauty pass him by. Leaning against the cold metal he gazes out across the green lumps of hills rolling far beyond his view. Absorbing nature he takes in the colours that had careened by him on the highway. Some seem natural in their place, others are so bright, as if they are fighting against the stalks that bore them. Then he takes a piss and keeps driving.

pure passion and utter horniness

They felt the need to make it a covert operation. The image they presented to the rest of the group was of respectable gentlemen of a bygone era, doting and doddering in full effect. But they snuck down to the basement in fanatic droves. The posters sparked memories of forgotten lives: the camaraderie in army barracks, wives long gone, and yes, pure passion and utter horniness. Turns out they this was just what the men at the retirement home needed to carry on

Paper Bush

The days were indiscriminate from one another. While change was inevitable and her conscious mind knew the day would come, it was impossible to see past what was presented on the grueling daily basis. Her eyes glazed over the interminable wait. The bigger question was whether the change would come based on outside forces or from within herself. She had her answer but she wouldn’t discover it for many seasons yet.