Gabe Cassala
Joined June 2021
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I can't decide what's worth talking about.
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Chapter 5: Arts, Crafts, and Illiteracy in the Modern Age
The red spray paint bled down the side of the barn. Nov 3. Heading S to Eden. Mommy loves y The can fizzled in my hand. I shook it hard; the ball inside rattled, tick-shp tick-shp, like a psychotic hitting his head against prison bars. I finished the "ou" as the last bit of paint dribbled out onto my finger. I threw the can down into the mud, furious. I was down to my last one.
By Gabe Cassala3 years ago in Fiction