First part of a work in progress. First post here. First time on a writer's website. Lots of firsts... Hope first time readers enjoy this.

Outcasts can't talk to people about being the Outcast....

In which the hamsters get a new cage

Comforting. I pot-lucked a magazine about sadness in fences, found your name dangling by an odd number. It was not like any other page: your hand reached out to pat mine

My dressing gown is shearing my skin I am sleep derived and overheating. The only way I can trick this pinprick of daylight that’s left is to treat myself like a child lie convincingly

Some days are okay. They pass by in a blur. And then there are those days that take forever to end. Today's one of those days.

I thought of Pete speaking magic in his leather jacket, pointing out over a watercolour city, talking about the wonders of creation, making my friend blush just with his pro-noun-ci-ation,

thighs tight, ankles like cricket’s legs, shoes as thin as needles, hair blonde, cornfield blonde at late summer sunset,