I wrote this on the Sixth of February 2016 With some small adjustments Ramblings through the parks and even the city. Surrounded, but alone. I hear the buzz in my pockets. It's then I remember that no matter where I am, I'm never more than arm reach away from a friend.
Category: Micro-Story
A Micro-Story
Crash! Cool breeze. Dilapidated lighthouse. Pondering why paradise was abandoned.