The girl could only keep looking, watching, feeling her heart in all its new pieces settle into the depth of her body like sand on the bottom of the ocean. As she watched him, her eyes settled on the dark blue pullover he was wearing. A spike collared bulldog stared back in warning. Something was written in football jersey script below the animal, but letters were missing, worn through, the remaining spread themselves across the width of the shirt. The girl ran her eyes across them, sounding a word out in her mind.
P ATH ETIC.
As she pieced them together she put her hand to her mouth to keep from crying.
anyway, going through old files so I can clear out some hard drive space and i keep finding single page snippets of stuff that has no contextual meaning. At all.