The Burford Files

The Burford Blog is our first collective attempt at creative writing. Herbert Burfurd, a middle age paper clip salesman, first appeared in our lives shortly after we were married. As newly weds, our single car status provided us the opportunity to experience the morning commute as a couple. On one exceptionally average day, while trudging through the morning traffic, we noticed a particularly disappointed looking middle age man driving a particularly disappointing brown sedan pacing us on the 1-215 freeway. This quirky, strangely heroic, polyester wearing character came to life as we imagined the past, present, and future of a man in the right hand lane. Over the last two plus years, while traveling near and far, we have been inspired to unearthed more fascinating details of a man that all of us, and none of us, really know. Herbert Burford, finding satisfaction in an unsatisfying life.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Itch

Burford 's nose was itching.

scratch.
 scratch.
  scratch.

There was a smell in the office.

What was it...

scratch.
  scratch.
    scratch.

The smell reminded him of something...

Tropical fruit...swirling dancers...a tropical wind...warm rain in the night on a beach...

No. It was window cleaner.