Convict

Her long brown hair swayed slightly as she brushed the concrete floor, collecting the abandoned cigarette butts and the bits of litter that covered the floor.
It was early in the morning when I saw her. Her yellow jumpsuit lit in the slow, winter morning light.
I approached her quickly and tapped her on the shoulder. She didn't seem to startle.
"Hi." She said, and turned around to get back on with her job. Her face was different from the last time I saw her. It had sunken in, like the Titanic when it had lost all hope.
"Did you kill those people?" I asked. It seemed far from her normal behaviour.
She turned to look at me again. "I'm serving eight life times. Seven for the people I killed and one for luck."
"I didn't ask you a question for that answer."
"Why does it matter?" Her eyes were cold and soul less.
I sighed "Well?"
"No. But nobody listens to the innocent."
"I believe you."
Somebody shouted in the background . "OI! GET BACK TO WORK!"
She flinched and turned away again, sweeping the ground and wouldn't be talked to again.

Change is perfect

Saying - Harriet Flight 25/10/10
Picture belongs to: ©2008-2010 scott . menzer . org / photo

Be Kind to Yourself, OK?

~Harriet Flight 28/04/12

Pictures of Books. Books and Pictures...

So I found some pictures I thought I'd share with you.

Sorry for such a lousy post and not posting anything fun to read!

Maybe I should create a new tab labelled: "Lousy Posts You Shouldn't See."

There's a Deeper Meaning Behind Most Things

This is just... This is just. This.

One Morbid Thought to Rule Them All

In England there is this programme called 24 Hours in A&E.
Basically it is a documentary/real-life programme series following people admitted into A&E over night and follows their stories among family members.

Well, I was watching one episode where a man had been chucked off his motorbike. It was a late programme, broadcasted at 9pm (which is my bed time because I'm a good girl) so, of course, there would be some distressing scenes.
Anyway, this man had fallen off his motorbike or something and was in critical condition. It them went to his mother talking about him in past tense - like he had, unfortunately, passed away.

So it was going through all these other people and then it came back to that man, and again, his mother was talking about him in past tense, i.e. 'he was...'. It occurred to me that it was bad entertainment.

Bad entertainment.

Yeah. I thought it was bad entertainment because they're already telling us that he didn't survive, therefore it ruined the suspense.

Like there should be entertainment in knowing that somebody is going to die but that little element of doubt that said person would live.

Welcome to my world...

I forced myself to stop thinking about such a morbid idea and watched till the end.

Turns out, fortunately, he survived.

Nevermore