SpeechlessA Story by Jonny The Savage
The words? Well he had all of them; he was something like a thesaurus, not that it seemed to matter since she always left them on the tip of his tongue. His face was never flush, it was more in the futility of it all. How long would it be until she saw that he was already wearing thin, burning out at the ripe age of twenty-three in a blaze of boring. An oddity, as always - even in ennui.
© 2015 Jonny The SavageAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJonny The SavageAtlantis, Apple RockAboutAesthete, philosopher and scholar first; and a writer, poet and musician second. A rather blunt individual with no regard for dogma or taboo. A curious soul seeking the truth beyond this mortal coil. more..Writing
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