Leeann Free Form
Joined June 2021
0 stories
Bio
I like the simple words and the spaces in between them.
Stories (3/0)
Brass and Firewood
I slowly cracked my right eye open as the sharp sunrise pierced through the openings in the window boards. Sometimes I swear I could still see pieces of ash in the air when the sun glided through the yard in the morning. I miss the smell of grass. And Coffee, I really miss coffee. I like to pretend that I can hear a pot brewing in the kitchen. The smell of dark roast wafting into my bedroom, it all feels so real, for a moment.
By Leeann Free Form2 years ago in Fiction