First off, I am attempting to finish this story before Monday (ha!) so the around 600 word episodes that I am posting will be popping up at irregular intervals. If you miss one, you can always find it under the category Don’t Worry Every Little Thing’s Gonna Be Alright.
I always encourage you all to give me your thoughts, suggestions, etc. Thanks to Nobbinmaug for a suggestion that may or may not be recognized in this passage. And may or may not be what was intended. 😀 If you want to see your idea come to life in this story, just drop me a comment. I can’t make a promise that they will be exactly as you intended, but there’s always the chance.
As always, thank you so much for reading and commenting. Your voice means everything!
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It’s Thursday morning, and I’m sitting at a pseudo-picnic table with three other people who’ve introduced themselves as evacuees from the storm, Dana and Pedro Gutierrez and their son, Wilson. The biggest man I’ve ever seen in my life, he must be around 6’5”, sits next to me with his bowl of cereal and cup of heavily creamed coffee. He smiles at me. Continue reading