Evelyn Harris
Joined November 2021
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Alone
My nose is assaulted by the dingy smell associated with paper factories and muddy rivers. Even with the windows rolled up the scent infiltrates my car. It reminds me of the long aimless nights I’d drive around with my friends listening to music and wondering where our lives would take us. As I get off I20 and hop onto 49 I’m forced to weave around abandoned vehicles. Cars and trucks are scattered across the highways and exit ramps.
By Evelyn Harris2 years ago in Fiction