One came from two and is one of three. It has two cats and likes to read.
This is One's first story for Something Wicked.
extract from The Block
Jonathan Brown sped down the dark side-street. His arms were crossed, embracing a book like a needy lover. All he wanted to do was flee and was too distracted to notice the curb. His foot hooked onto the concrete lip of the street and he tripped. The kiss from the sidewalk made a fleshy thud as it met his body. His stomach felt like it had popped inside him. As he tried to get his breath back Jonathan watched the book skid ahead of him. Its short lived escape was halted by a lack of momentum. His ears discerned a distant rumbling woven into the cacophony of the city. Jonathan slinked off the ground with what little wind hadn’t been knocked out of him and swept the book up as he ran.
