JennOvenshire

I vowed to write more this year. I have no idea where this came from or why...but I kinda like it. =) -------------- She had no need to hide. She followed close behind him, matching her footsteps to his own and the gentle 'click' of his shoes. He looked nice enough, she supposed. His khaki's were pressed and his tie was tucked neatly into his sweater, a sports symbol worn proud on his chest. She didn't recognize the team but really, why would she, she wasn't a sport fan. She wondered if while he carefully put his outfit together on this day if it ever crossed his mind that his simple clothes would be what he died in. These simple minded pe

I want us to come together under city lights and laugh as the traffic passes us by. Let's stand and watch the buildings twinkle and the people come and go, shop for antiques or a record that no else has ever heard before. Create memories that will never be wrote but shared through stories handed down by generations after us, ones that will shape the way they think of this world. Why not stay in a stranger's home, staying up and getting to know what it would be like to walk in their shoes for a day or so. Let's travel in the subways, pick up an old newspaper and spend a few hours riding under a city that we don't know. Make a few PB & J's and