The Iron Yuppie

Sometimes I hear phrases from lyrics or literature and I'm just stunned with how accurately they capture the thought. Today's comes from the excellent: Girl in the Flammable Skirt

"For fourteen houses back, the young man held Leonard in his arms like a bride. He hoped Leonard would ask him a question, any question, but Leonard was quiet. The young man answered in his head: Son, he said, and the word rolled around, a marble on a marble floor. Son, he wanted to say."

Marble on a marble floor. Incredible imagery. I wish I could write and inspire the same feeling of awe I have right now in my readers. For now, I guess I'll have to settle for this.

If you're interested in hearing the story read aloud: Enjoy (Fourth story in, though all are good)