Last Paragraph of Unwritten Novel of the Contemporary Ironic Self-Aware Type


Jenny got back in the car, first taking a long last look at Atlanta Gardens. I was inside, smoking a cigarette. My hair was blown straight up on the left side from having the window open on the highway. I put down the A-Au Encyclopedia Brittanica 1976 I’d been reading. “Everything alright?” I asked. Jenny bit her lip and looked out the window. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Filed under Fiction on September 23rd, 2003