“I’m lost”
Iris stared at her sister who’d barely spoken over the past weeks, and it had always been something generic like pass the ketchup. But this was real this was Indi talking.
Iris gripped a scrap bit of paper that had once been for a phone bill and drew on it will a pen that had been tucked behind her ear for times like these ones.
She handed it to her weary eyed sister.
“It’s a map, it will help find your way home”
They hugged, neither of them letting go until they had too.
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Atticus and Indi.
EspiritualIndi is an atheist, vegetarian ; who orders chocolate milk from a juice bar every Wednesday. Four minutes later, she sits in a confessional sipping her milk that has been placed into a juice cup and talks of her life. On the other side of the scree...
