seirna Folly
Joined January 2022
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Where do I put them?
The world rolled on hazily through the bus windows nauseating me till I was set alert by a barn owl flaunting its wings among the pine trees. The bus groans then whine to a stop at a traffic light, with a gluttonous stare I follow the trajectory of the owl, I clutch the edge of my seat my forehead pressed to the cold window, the raucous sounds of my breaths foaming the surface.
By seirna Folly2 years ago in Fiction