Post by Numbers Silverman on Aug 2, 2011 20:30:37 GMT -5
There was no sunshine, no color though his room. The mattress was covered in dark stains of bodily waste and a thick coat of unwashed dust and grime. His sore eyes slid open, and his throat was raw and painful, his hair was a ragged mess of unwashed tangles.
Shuffling to the shower, Numb3rs stepped under the lukewarm water and everything melted from his mind. A little bar of scented soap that he used to scrub the sweat from his body. He scrubbed dirt from under his fingernails, finally satisfied that he was clean.
(Twenty minutes later)
He was ravenous at the scent of bacon and eggs, sausage and toast filled his nostrils. But he was having some difficulty keeping his eyes off the noisy man in the kitchen who was making the breakfast. His name was Jed one of his mother several boyfriends. Sighing heavily he walked lightsomely out of the trailer. Hobbling his legs to the junkyard, he was staring straight ahead blankly at the large hills of trash and junk that use to belong to people.
(I used this www.rhymezone.com/)
Shuffling to the shower, Numb3rs stepped under the lukewarm water and everything melted from his mind. A little bar of scented soap that he used to scrub the sweat from his body. He scrubbed dirt from under his fingernails, finally satisfied that he was clean.
(Twenty minutes later)
He was ravenous at the scent of bacon and eggs, sausage and toast filled his nostrils. But he was having some difficulty keeping his eyes off the noisy man in the kitchen who was making the breakfast. His name was Jed one of his mother several boyfriends. Sighing heavily he walked lightsomely out of the trailer. Hobbling his legs to the junkyard, he was staring straight ahead blankly at the large hills of trash and junk that use to belong to people.
(I used this www.rhymezone.com/)