Fiction–Part of “Judas”

I was lying naked on the bed and reading the spines of his books sloppily tossed along the shelf… He had all the classics, which I always found pretentious. Rich people always have pretentious books, pretentious books that I doubt most of them actually read… I imagined old men in wool smoking jackets “reading” tightly bound copies of The Symposium with dirty pin-ups pasted inside the gold-edged pages.

~ by carik on April 6, 2008.