When Everything Used to Be Alright by MnNwr, literature
Literature
When Everything Used to Be Alright
So, here I was. On this lonely park bench. On a mild late summer night. The bench was illuminated by a solitary lamp. Whatever lead to this I don't know. Actually, I didn't even know what I was doing there in the first place. But a complete stranger sat down next to me and started talking to me all of a sudden."Oi, I'm Jeff, what's your name?" he said.
"Errm, well, Anthony."
"Nice to meet you," he said, though he wasn't even looking at me. I thought I caught glimpse of melancholy in his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Dunno, just sitting."
"Uh hum."
"Actually I was listening to some music, so..." I held up one of my earphones
When Everything Used to Be Alright by MnNwr, literature
Literature
When Everything Used to Be Alright
So, here I was. On this lonely park bench. On a mild late summer night. The bench was illuminated by a solitary lamp. Whatever lead to this I don't know. Actually, I didn't even know what I was doing there in the first place. But a complete stranger sat down next to me and started talking to me all of a sudden."Oi, I'm Jeff, what's your name?" he said.
"Errm, well, Anthony."
"Nice to meet you," he said, though he wasn't even looking at me. I thought I caught glimpse of melancholy in his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Dunno, just sitting."
"Uh hum."
"Actually I was listening to some music, so..." I held up one of my earphones