Sandy Marie Patton
Joined February 2021
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Her Refuge
Heavy raindrops on the window blurred her vision, transforming the scene beyond the bus window into an abstract landscape akin to what she might have created in her art classes at home. “What am I doing?” She thought to herself, for what felt like it had to be the millionth time over the past several hours since she had taken her place in her seat on the bus in Houston. Instantly, an all too familiar sense of panic began to set in and she responded to it by pulling her phone from the side pocket of her bag and tapping out a simple text.
By Sandy Marie Patton3 years ago in Filthy