[short story]

[__letthemwait]

          Owen was hopeful that there was something else, as he sat on Janna’s mattress with all of the windows and doors open. It was a Saturday night slipping continuously down his forearm in the form of two rain drops that magnified and didn’t reflect. Sometimes he felt like this even when things were actually going on, but for right now it was

Comments

[wicked1mpulses]

nice, nice, I like this one a lot.

[__letthemwait]

thanks
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