Daniel Maulvain
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The Night Owl Express
Isabella stepped out from the overcrowded studio apartment and into the dim lit hallway leading to the stairwell. She could feel the chill of the Northern air fighting its way through the grimy interior walls of the building. As she walked, she dialed the number of a taxi service she found on a business card. Heavy and well-crafted, the card stood out to her for some reason other than its quality. She read the name out loud, just barely above a whisper, as she pushed the cumbersome door leading to the outside.
By Daniel Maulvain2 years ago in Fiction
The Night Owl Express
Isabella stepped out from the overcrowded studio apartment and into the dim lit hallway leading to the stairwell. She could feel the chill of the Northern air fighting its way through the grimy interior walls of the building. As she walked, she dialed the number of a taxi service she found on a business card. Heavy and well-crafted, the card stood out to her for some reason other than its quality. She read the name out loud, just barely above a whisper, as she pushed the cumbersome door leading to the outside.
By Daniel Maulvain2 years ago in Fiction