Since that night she has her mind set on one thing.
She wants to become superman.
She chooses anything she can she thinks will help.
No single use plastic. No straws, supermarket bags, because she must help the turtles. No breaking twigs and snapping leaves. Not even pulling up weeds. They all help, they're all more pure than her -
Not that that's hard, her ugly hand is encrusted in enough rubbish, death, destruction and muck scarring anything she touches.
She needs to save the world.
But has to accept she can't.
She wants to change her species.
But they resist too much.
YOU ARE READING
Three Seconds
Short StoryShe's literally lying in the bed of luxury. She wishes she was anywhere but. She wants to change the world. But has to accept she never will.
