Face Mask
by Zack Graham
Every day carry,
a breathing pocket meadow;
still wet from yester.
About the Creator
Zack Graham
Zack is a writer from Arizona. He's fascinated with fiction and philosophy.
Current Serializations:
Ghosts of Gravsmith
Sushi - Off the Grid!
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Smartystan
Rain didn’t stop Mala. Swaddling for Edgar covered the baby boy’s body and she held her other son’s, Burton, six-year-old hand. The mud, muck, and mire didn’t hinder her from staying on course with her mission. From Pennsylvania, they all trekked to get closer and closer to land that was never promised but simply implied. Each step produced more mud caked around her sneakers. She didn’t care. Her rucksack provided them protein packs to put into plastic bottles and nuts and berries and dried meats to keep their muscles in good health. Water hydrated. She rested. The baby had been asleep the entire time that she had started her journey and her eldest son remained silent throughout the excursion as well.
By Skyler Saunders3 days ago in Chapters
Comments (2)
That's a different kind of every day carry, alright! Did that for about a week and then decided it was pointless lol.
Fabulous!!!