When I was 18 I couldn’t wait to get out of this town…

As a part of an English assignment, I was tasked with writing a short story given the prompt "When I was 18 I couldn't wait to get out of this town" This was the result: Glassy feel, fragile yet it held so much power, importance. I held the birro for five minutes in the writing … Continue reading When I was 18 I couldn’t wait to get out of this town…

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