David Murphy

The smell of cut grass washes over cracked sidewalks. Nobody pays attention as he passes by, ever. Or they might have once. Sometimes they still did. Sometimes they fooled you. He had grown up ordinary with ordinary looks. Normal mousy hair and normal brown eyes. He can't even be called a nerd, he doesn't fit in with loners - he is that ordinary. Sometimes he likes words and sometimes he doesn't l Read more of this blog post »