BTC 30: Drop it like it's hot
Occupied
Thermometers on the outside surrender and blow their loads across the board. Stiffing a hand to humidity, clouds of cold circulate the carpeted interior. Holding off against the lack of an air curtain, the kind that makes everybody feeling like walking into a diving cloud, it's a swing of a bolt and the door is shut.
Clasping at the air within, the world out there figures a passing glance that can easily see to swing another time against open. Walk on by with no peep inside.
Hence a sign to sit on the front door.
On the size of a current age backing board, it's quick to draw attention from the art supply store below. Ducking in to shoot down the sign an hour after propping up, he leaves without saying anything else. And nothing else.
Soon Van - Saturday, 14 October 2006 - 19:27
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Previous entries on Occupied
- MOY 28: Hanging on a soap box
- BTC 29: Challenge the scoreboard to topple EKO
- BTC 28: Fortified face off against the four
- MOY 27: Enveloping sounds of cold water
- MOY 26: Shrinking down the curvaceous blonde
- BTC 27: Death metal cage match with pie
