Fresh To Death.: A short story about bricks.

caseydonahue:

I used to worry that people would forget me.

I worried that as soon as I left a room, people would forget they were just talking to me.

How long before you are out of sight that you are out of mind?

I don’t worry about that anymore.

Not since I realized I can throw bricks with my name written…

//both the ship&&the captain gave way: Jack. for short.

yellowtulipfinch:

These aren’t many mysteries.
They come in threes.
They can be rolled with dice.
I read them in a book once.
It was entitled “Another Roadside Attraction.”
Both of our kittens are named after things we would like to become.
I know how to hold a hand now.
Whiskey is best shared and given away.
Fires…