Kathryn Van Dran
Joined June 2021
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Burnt
I trudged on wearily, lonely. The dirt road stretched for what seemed like forever and the large hill in the distance seemed to loom like Mt. Doom if it was placed in the desert south west. My shoes, which had at one point been the staple of every outfit I wore, now seemed to pour in bad memories with every step.
By Kathryn Van Dran3 years ago in Fiction