Feel
The old man sat on the creaky porch, a place he had long ago claimed as his own. The sun … Continue reading Feel
Tag: Death
Death, The Sweeper
Silence. Every day is nothing but an elongated silence. I have a job to do, and the boss doesn’t care … Continue reading Death, The Sweeper
Spilled Coffee.
“Do you love me?” He placed his cup onto the table with enough force that she knew he was annoyed … Continue reading Spilled Coffee.
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