Elliot Pearson
Aspiring.
Elliot Pearson
Aspiring.
Aspiring.
Aspiring.
“That was probably the worst idea you’ve ever had… and yet it worked.”
I tried not to revel in the praise too much as the adrenaline coursed through both of our veins, the relief in her voice more comforting than emboldening.
To say it was the worst idea did a disservice to all the stupid ideas I’d had up to that point that got us in to this situation. If you’d told me six months ago I’d be loo...
I think I just met the happiest person in the world! No triumphal fanfares, no gymnastic cartwheels, no overindulgent exultation. Just - relative to me, at least - an image of pure happiness.
The bar is currently set particularly low, granted, what with us being the only people left on Earth and with me having just dropped my watch into a storm drain.
After my expletives punctured the silence I ...