Lying there. Starting. At what?
The blue mesh of the hammock created a sort of fracture in the ribbon of light strewn across the blue blanket of water just outside of these neon blue confines.
Nothing to notice but the sound of leftover rainwater still pooled in the storm drain. Singing birds lulling me to sleep while the occasional crow of a seagull would keep me awake. A motor for a boat hummed in the background as a man with a fishing pole set out to sea.
Every so often the wind would pick up and it would take control of the blue hammock I had balled up in. Strikes of cold air would seep in, alarming my body leaving me no choice but to go inside where the world was no longer still.
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A collection of short stories
Short StoryHey so it's been a while since I've posted anything, and while my love for writing sure as hell has not faded, I can get distracted easily. So I've decided to write some short stories in my free time. I'll compile them into a single story but if you...
