/lit/ - Literature

here's a short excerpt from a novel I am currently writing, /lit/. what do you think?


Cars passed steadily along the busy Florida street, side by side, one after the other, just as you often see ants do when they find a bit of food or a dead caterpiller laying in the driveway; the only difference being it was unclear where each vehicle had come from and to where they would be going. Ivon watched each vehicle soar across his line of sight as he awaited a chance to cross the busy street. As he waited he glanced up and down the street; into the ally ways next to each building as well as into each car, truck and mini van. The more he looked the more he shook. He couldn't afford another day like the last. For god's sake he could be struck by one of these passing cars and it would suit him just fine. He could receive news of his imminent death at the cause of some sort of Indonesian flesh eating parasite and he wouldn't have given it much thought, other than what the devil it was he might have eaten last, and where they bought their meat from. Anything really, just nothing like the day before. The reason the incident the previous day had left sucha profound imprint in his mind was that it had been the first time he ever fully lost trust in him self. The first time he was ever told to jump, and he actually took a foot off the bridge. He could feel his strength leaving him, mentally and physically. Never again he thought. but he told himself over and over, never will this happen, and it nearly did. Don't think too much about it, he thought. Don't let it scare you so much, he continued to tell himself. It won't happen again. It can't happen again. I mean, if it ever did happen again, there might never be an ''again'', again. The cars had let up and Ivon finally crossed the street.