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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020
Submitted to Contest #28
It was that time again. Monday at 4.p.m.I’d set my eyes on him for the first time every week.He’d walk by with those black trousers and that long, blue trench coat that made people look like they were walking into an interview - but he was a teacher and he didn't have to dress like this. His black, tight curls were shaking a little as his baby blue eyes were aimlessly searching as we waited.And yes, I’d divert my gaze onto my surroundings, hoping he wouldn’t catch it – although sometimes I’d often wonder that he did. My heart was beating out...
A broke 20 year old who writes about people she can't have.
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