Blake Arnold
Joined July 2021
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Remember the Marigold
“Do you want to talk about it?" The boy broke the soul-searching eye contact he had been maintaining with the grass. He glanced to the side towards the voice, eyes reddened and nose wet. He could see the age in the face of the man. In every wrinkle there seemed some hidden glint of wisdom. That’s why he’d come to him, but his tongue felt heavy, as if coated in steel.
By Blake Arnold3 years ago in Fiction