Thursday, October 09, 2008

I don't feel like submitting and waiting a month and anyway I have a blog

Darren drew a Q but had no playable U. He thought QAT, that’s a word. Maybe it’s an elephant’s ball hair. But there was no relevant A or T the game over. Q was useless to Darren for the better part of an hour. He grew dark; he hated his friends, their tendencies, their vision.

2 comments:

Mark said...

i like scrabble
my dad hates his friends when he plays. he usually plays with mother and me. it feels weird to think of my father hating me. i feel bad for him. he doesn't have any friends.

Adam R. said...

Haha, your story is funnier than mine. More personal and true. Also: sadder.

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