Robin Chandler
Joined April 2021
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Getting back to writing by doing what I love.
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Prism Days
Toby’s clammy hand gripped mine, drawing my attention. The negative shake was recognizable as our eyes met. I bumped his shoulder and gripped his hand back, drawing in the encouragement. It gave some comfort, but the bitterness of stomach acid pooled at the back of my throat. Toby, my best friend, and future blue card hacker, failed to change my vocational scores.
By Robin Chandler3 years ago in Fiction