Shell Harrell
Joined January 2022
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My Night Owl
Night Owl Most nights I could feel her out there. When the insomnia was real bad, I’d just sit in that worn chair by the window. Watching. Waiting. Trying to catch a glimpse of her. I rarely saw anything more than her eyes reflecting the stars and moon. Sometimes, I’d here a flutter of wings and know she was out there. In the darkness that existed in my past, she had been the one thing that kept me alive.
By Shell Harrell2 years ago in Fiction