kiirasan
"Don't worry, I got it covered," he promised me.
I wish you wouldn't lie, I thought to myself, because every time he promises he forgets and he doesn't keep the promise.
The magazines themselves lay on the floor, some sprawled open and other's closed. But they weren't what caught my attention at least not immediately. It was the two perfectly manicured toe-nails sitting just above the magazines. And the long, thin, almost gangly body connected to those toes. The long brown, rough rope wrapped around their neck, most noticeable of all.
Its full of it; the text, the moment when I read the words that tell me I call you later I'm extremely lazy today.