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HE THOUGHT OF HER
glimmering eyes that shone
brighter than the moon at night
as he sat at his writing desk at half past midnight.
he took his journal and his fountain pen
—the one his grandpa graciously handed to him.
he remembered that time all too well
the way his chest swelled with pride when being told he deserved it at a young age.
yes, he still kept it since then
and polished it too, while it rested in a special case
that sat perfectly safe in his desk drawer.
the young man only ever used it when it was worth using.
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Short Storyan unlikely story of a young man who is in search for the sense of belonging when he finds something much better. [21.12.17] etherealsouls- all rights reserved © cover by achillean
