Freedom Tunnel (Short Story)

This is a tunnel story. This is a "life in New York City" type of story. This is about finding the world in this world and you better fucking believe there is no road map.

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I must have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Wren. I am now twenty years old and my first love was the snow globe sitting on the shelf at the 99 cent store, although, I’d still bend over backwards for Gunner. He IS my best friend after all.

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"I found you something, THAT'S why I came over.” I watch him slide his iPhone out and do a few subtle taps on the screen. “Here, look at this.” He pushes his phone in my face and shows me what appears to be a dark tunnel with traces of nonsense graffiti. I grimace and push the contraption out of my face.

“What’s so special about a tunnel?” I sip my coffee down.

"I think it's a missing wonder of the world."

Cover by @covermeredd