Luisa Adelina
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Red sky at morning
It had begun like any other Sunday morning, the smell of fresh coffee wafted from the kitchen and the sound of dishes escalated the stairs to my sleep drunk ears. Mom would be standing over the stove, watching an egg fry while Dad was probably at the head of the table, glasses perched on his nose, reading Sports Illustrated; everything was normal.
By Luisa Adelina3 years ago in Fiction
Red Sky at Morning
It had begun like any other Sunday morning, the smell of fresh coffee wafted from the kitchen and the sound of dishes escalated the stairs to my sleep drunk ears. Mom would be standing over the stove, watching an egg fry while Dad was probably at the head of the table, glasses perched on his nose, reading Sports Illustrated; everything was normal.
By Luisa Adelina3 years ago in Futurism