Looking through the small window at the top of the heavy metal door I see Indigo sleeping in the corner of her room. One down, another to go. I have to visit her father at the regular hospital next. Lately his side has had an aching pain. Indigo stabbed him in the least fatal place possible.
YOU ARE READING
Swimming
Short StoryIs reality really reality or just a dream? Nobody knows, someday we make wake up from this dream and realize reality was something we were hiding from.
