The bell above the coffee shop door jingled and a girl with a floppy baseball cap shielding her eyes slunk in. A ghost of familiarity hung around her as I watched her scanning the menu. Her walk was causing my brain to itch, even her skin- tight shirt and ripped jeans with black boots laced up to her knees! I heard an overhang of depression in her voice as she ordered. An aura of darkness trailed behind her like one of those elephants you see on TV for heart commercials. But when she turned around and found me with eyes that bore injury and hate, she was the last person I expected to see.
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Inspirations on the Fly
RandomThis is mostly decent-not-too-bad pieces of writing that I've thought of on the fly, and because I don't know what to do with them, I decided I might as well publish them here for that one random reader who happens upon this lousy book. So without...
