I need some inconsistency

An amalgamation of content: the aim not to politicise, but exercise. I'll think aloud about politics, technology, current news, as well as being a gay boy and what that really entails.

Monday, August 02, 2004

Stepping out

The grass verge on the edge of the sidewalk was beginning to get scraggly and worn looking, which made it catch his eye as he stepped from the cushioned 'executive' interior of his sedan. The prim correctness of his yard was thrown out by the introduction of this rogue element. He stepped, now reaching his leg out over the grass and onto the cement slabs, so that his shoes side-stepped the wayward elements.
Remaining calm, his breath regulated, he forced himself to walk up to the house and ignore, for this moment, the leech on his attention.

He wanted to drop down on his knees and rip the blades of grass out of the soil, to fling them from his controlled space, but his sense of place restrained him. What would the neighbours think?


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