"Mom my friend's here" She spoke, exited.
Her mom walks to the door, confusion written all over her face.
"Where?" Her mother asked.
"Right here" She pointed.
"Why are you pointing to thin air?"
"But they're right here" She insisted.
"There's nothing there"
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HELP ME [short story]
Short StoryA lost soul, looking for a reason to live. Looking for hope. Looking for a saviour. Started - 12th September. Ended - 12th September. Cover by @bantanecdote