Immanuel Coke
Joined March 2021
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The Gift
“You aren’t a frequent flyer are you huh?” The words startled Alec out of his fear-induced reverie. He whipped his head around and looked over at the person sitting beside him who had spoken the words. These were the first words that the girl had spoken to him the entire flight. She was a girl. She could not be older than nineteen. Probably off to do a gap year. If I had to do it again, I would have done mine in Munich too. She was cute as a button, she reminded him of his daughter Charlotte. Except for the pink hair. Kids these days and their teenage rebellion. She smiled at him, a sad rueful thing.
By Immanuel Coke3 years ago in Psyche