Jordan McCoy
Joined July 2022
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Reminiscing
“Hey Rockefeller” A slinky, blond woman, who looks vaguely familiar, slides her red nail along the seem on my shoulder. I could feel myself coming too, blinking my eyes to gain traction of what’s going on around me. The gleam of the passing tunnel lights strobed off the polished stainless steel roof in the back of the train car.
By Jordan McCoy 2 years ago in Fiction