hmmmmm hmmmm sensory images

So I made it. The bright lights the glits and the glam of 42nd st was finally mine. I never felt like I made it to the pinnacle of success until today. Stage lights blaring down on me, careful attention on my oration, music blaring in the background, and then after all the tension I did it. I was a star and its all thanks to a small miracle on 42nd st. Well its really thanks to the theater style McDonald's on 42nd. I love that McDonald's it makes the common man into a star.



Well moving on before my star treatment I attended a Gotham Writer Workshop and realized that though it was informative it was designed to sell me a larger classroom package which may not be the worst of the worst in theory, but for a young hopeful aspiring writer seeking a free no strings attached workshop to hone my craft it was not what I wanted to hear. I did learn one thing I dint know though, and I am willing to share. In very short fiction or flash fiction, the use of sensory images can make the setting for you. Instead of having to describe the 5 table dinner with a large black man sipping coffee and trying to flirt with a waitress while you wait for your eggs bacon and coffee, try I sat down in my usual box seat, the same old pristine waitress bought me my runny eggs crisp fatty bacon and tar black coffee the same meal everyone in this joint ate in the morning, small joint but big breakfast I cant operate without it. I realized that appealing to the senses helps a reader to understand because its these 5 senses that links most of us to this physical world.

After my one trick pony writing class although I did receive a few interesting exercises and realized the effectiveness of a sensory image, I head for the warm safe grip of the New York city subway system. It's the 42nd st station so I am only greeted with the smell of poverty and the homeless and not the usual mixture of poverty, urine, perversion, and depression. I delved deeper into the bowels of the hottest worst track at 42nd, the 2 train, I think its one level literally away from hell. Once I got to the 2 track I saw it. This thing this confusing act that made me question my self and probably would make you question yourself too. Walking toward me as usual my hat was tilted down so I could avoid necessary eye contact and protect my soul from the local succubi. Walking toward me was the longest smoothest pair of legs I ever saw beneath a mini skirt as my hat raised wear the biggest perkiest pair of breast and she was in the process of rubbing her left breast and letting out a slight moan, public display of sexual appetite super kawaii. and I looked past those big beautiful perky breast into the eyes of my temptress, she was like the oldest hottest 80yr old I ever saw her head did not match the body at all it was so gross. I was convinced that she was a retired prostitute looking for one more trick.

For one brief shinning moment, She turned me on and for the rest of the night I was utterly turned off, but when i remember her total package I am overall turned on. I am not sure whether to be disgusted in myself or what. All I know is I cant be the only one this happened to. What can I say she was a near perfect sensory image perfect bouncy breast long legs with a powerful stride. Ass I could balance a mug on, and a face like a jackal.

Till next time