The next morning, the birds are still here. They sing us a song as we have a tea party with imaginary tea in the scraggly grass out front.
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Lemons
Short StoryThis was for a school assignment a few months back, consisting of each student receiving a character and a problem, and then being unchained and letting our creativity run free. Mine was a 36-year-old-male who lost his job. I think it's rather sweet...
Epilogue
The next morning, the birds are still here. They sing us a song as we have a tea party with imaginary tea in the scraggly grass out front.
