Letting Life Lead
Shift over! Catch that bus! Two telephone workers–one fresh in his twenties–on the job. My nineteen-year-old stomach flitters, my change falls, he picks up the rollers. Was that smile a signal? I think not and walk a mile of regret.
Essays and reviews on narrative in games and new media
My reflections of life in general.
A little bit of life... A little bit of writing.... A lot of awkward.
creative writing by northie
Willie Gordon Suting | poet | writer | freelancer | bibliophile | crooner | fashionista | Shillong,Meghalaya,Northeast India
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An old man wrestling with the alphabet. And other stuff.