Short Story...
sitting in front of my computer. naked. as a women with a soft sensual voice speaks on the
answering machine that serves as my tape player. the phosphorus green reflects against the keys i
type. my hands enveloped in that eerie glow. it is dark. a candle burns on the mantle. next to it sits a
small statuette of Confucius. an incense hand rises from his hand burning. as the sweet smell of
opium fills the room.
i am not fully naked. a blanket wraps around my body, protecting me from the cold of the floor below.
the keys i press belong to the computer. because my typewriter is out of ribbon. the rest of the room
does not matter. i am painting a picture. i have nothing to write about, this is about nothing. except
sitting on a floor staring at a computer, writing naked as a candle and incense burn on the mantle
and the soft voice of a spanish women plays on an obsolete answering machine. thats all. there is
nothing else tonight.