Lindsay Newman
Joined June 2021
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Nights like those and sunrises like these.
My days off begin about a block from my front door. 1872 steps according to my pedometer. Today it’s cold. Colder than usual. It’s only October 2nd. I head to the waters edge, watching my breath form a cloud that looks like I’m smoking. My doctor claims she’s proud of me for this. Blah, fucking blah. I do this because I need to take advantage of being by the water.
By Lindsay Newman3 years ago in Horror