Let her by Ryan Licata
He awoke in the middle of the night with the feeling that someone had just sat on the empty couch in his head. How he had missed the tickle of those springs collapsing then bouncing under the pressure of a soft behind. He lay back slowly down upon his pillow, closed his eyes, and waited for the sweet warmth that soon would gather there. Gently, he began to hum when he felt a pair of legs come up to fill the remaining space, two feet nestling in at the opposite corner, and a rosy cheek, asleep upon the arm rest.
Notes
Here we go again with some more 100 word stories. Starting from next week I will be publishing these on thurday, makes it a bit easier for me to handle. Bolzano Comics 2009 went smooth and was great fun! I’ll be soon posting a complete report!
wicked Mister H, this story originally stems from Raskolnikov’s couch and the hours spent there thinking about pennypinching old croans by day and sweet celestial Sofia Semyonovna Marmeladova by night.
Is the same in my head, the only different is that (sul divano..prego hannes tradurre
)ther is Homer Simpson that drink a Duff cola ( i m an Holy man)
divano = sofa
comunque Ryan capisce bene anche l’italiano.