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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021
Submitted to Contest #235
She looked at me across the saloon floor again, I could not escape those damn gray eyes. There was a sense of desperation to them, as if she needed to lock eyes with me. Jack was all but happy that she had walked in. He was excited to maybe shoot his shot with someone not from Wraith Hallow. But, anytime he would attempt to walk up and talk, she would smile and tell him she didn’t want anything. Her voice held a thick accent and was full of youth it seemed she was too old to hold. She seemed no older than I, if so, maybe even a couple year...
My storage building. I hesitated in the doorway, my hands grasping the metal doorframe. Among the dust sat boxes and totes of mislabeled items and ideas. You were somewhere in there, I knew you were. A part of me was intrigued to dig through and find you again. But, I knew he was calling my name. I could hear desperation in his voice. I entered it, feeling the age of my past emotions settle on my shoulders. It's so heavy, so sporadic, spontaneous, and full of grief. I pushed through the cobwebs, brushing off the dust on the boxes...
age; ix been stuck for a while, this seems like a promising start listening to; perturbator pronouns; they/them
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