630 – Basket
Numb hands rubbed in the darkness
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Numb hands rubbed in the darkness
I’m not a good runner.
She didn’t know the day her dreams had died.
What if you nudge it just a tiny bit to the left?
It was such a voluptuous button.
The thin blue line kept growing every day.
I never really liked the color blue. Not for any particular reason, it just feels…wrong.
The man was nothing but a blur among the shadows of the garden.
It was a dark and stormy night.
“I screwed up really bad, didn’t I?”