I hate lime jello. Maybe because that was the only thing the doctors had allowed me eat, when I was in the hospital.
My body needs to settle down, they said. I hit my head pretty hard, they said. I am so lucky, they said. So, so lucky.
Huh. That's the last word I'd ever use to describe myself.
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Out of Ink | A Short Story
Short Story❝What if he didn't leave ... what if he disappeared?❞ highest rank: #27 in SS 1st place for Best Tragedy in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017 2nd place for Short Story in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017