Sunday, January 30, 2011

Truman Capote says:

It was lovely now, and she was right to have walked here, with the wind moving through the leaves, and globe lamps, freshly aglow, kindling the chalk drawings of children, pink birds, blue arrows, green hearts. But suddenly, like a pair of obscene words, there appeared on the path two boys; pimple-faced, grinning, they loomed in the dusk like menacing flames, and Sylvia, passing them, felt a burning all through her, quite as though she'd brushed fire.

from: Capote's Master Misery

1 comment:

Jarret Liotta said...

I love Truman Capote ... So I love this (even though I suspect YOU really wrote it!)