Abigail Lockhart
Stories (2/0)
Sweet Whisper of Cheese Sticks
With the monotony of my at-home 9-5 ringing in my ears and my glazed eyes staring into blue light, I glance at my wrist after feeling the vibration of my Fitbit. Just reminding me to take at least one step this hour. '250 out of 250 steps to go!' it encouraged. And then I heard the sweet whisper of cheese sticks coming from the fridge.
By Abigail Lockhart3 years ago in Psyche
Re-Paying it Forward
It was a warm June afternoon, and the three of us girls lay draped out across the living room with the house's main door wide open. Every window throughout the house was propped up in its wooden sill and the fans were on high. I was perched cross-legged on the thick arm of our blue carpet couch, watching two kittens playing in the middle of the room.
By Abigail Lockhart3 years ago in Humans