One of the lovers-to-be is riding the subway (to work?) and sees a person (shh it's the other lover-to-be but we don't know it yet) looking at him/her and drawing in a goofily large notebook. They maybe have an uncomfortable moment together because neither really wants the other to notice him/her. At the end of the scene it is revealed that the drawer has rendered a comic-style portrait of the other's shoes. It is heartfelt, and that is how we know that they're meant to be.
Mindburst Hickocks is, minus the occasional deviation from form, a repository of ideas I have had but could not find a use for. They are free for you to take and run with. In fact, please do.
Also, we now feature assignments.
Also, we now feature assignments.
4.11.2012
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-Jason Michelitch
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