A 6 word story:

Logophile meows in deaf child’s ear.

It took a few guesses to get my password correct.

This is for everyone who has either wondered where I went, or not even noticed that I was missing...It's taken a while to get it to be anything worth reading.

www.am-metro.net

I skipped march

So that I could forget how to write.

I'm such a liar. Ready to watch 2 am vanish?

Was snowing.

Saturday Night:

It’s snowing in New York. The scent of Earl Grey tea tickles my nose. What is bergamot? An herb I’ve never seen. I sip at the tea shrinking into the warmth of my mother’s sweater. It’s snowing in New York, and for just this moment, these few hours, I am home. Later, after sleep…I’m getting into an old red car with Tennessee plates and going south again. Why are we always going back?

It’s like this is all just another passing dream.

It’s 5 am that Thursdays start. Two cups of coffee in my thermos and a cereal bowl later I am walking down the street in the dark of the day. Stars are out and the moon is waning out of existence.

I swipe in through the station doors, and there is an electronic buzzing as I turn on the lights and remove CD’s from the shelf. Plug in my MP3 player, and wait. I’m preparing for the clock to turn to 6am and then on the dot, according to the station clock, play the ID.

“You’re listening to 88.7 XXXX XXXXXXXX.”

It’s play time!

Tim Fite’s If I had a cop show blasts onto the speakers. The hour moves on, the music chooses itself, and I dance around the studio jittering from caffeine; interrupting the music so people can know what they’re listening to and my hopes that they’re awake.