Crinkles pops crushed bulbs snaps. Wasted light echoing in empty city midnight. The Light collector. Cloaked in stolen loose-spooled white-blink Christmas lights. Stumbling stamping mashing. Breaking light belligerently. Drunk?
"I had no choice. The bar served Gold Schlager, leafy gold giblets, hehe."
Shadows stripped lights. Strangled out liquor. Returned stolen shine to hundreds of dim homes, but brighter.
"I had no choice. The bar served Gold Schlager, leafy gold giblets, hehe."
Shadows stripped lights. Strangled out liquor. Returned stolen shine to hundreds of dim homes, but brighter.
by Sean Ulman of Newark
