Bryan Barba
Joined November 2021
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A weeping sound from a dark void
In high school I shared a bedroom with my elder brother Manny. We slept on separate twin beds. One day I was laying on my bed listening to music. It was dark outside. The bedroom lamp was off; therefore, the only light came from a street lamp. The light didn`t shine on my brother`s bed.
By Bryan Barba11 months ago in Fiction