Outside the window I see the sun staring at the world through the clear crystal sky. Inside, the glossy white tiles look dreary, and the fear closes in on me. As my brain attempts to recreate the sound of laughing children and the wafts of strong perfume, everything turns negative… I hear locker doors being slammed shut and smell the overbearing all-purpose cleaner. Scared stiff, I’m alone and abandoned in a school building, far from data signals or any way to reach my family. View Post
This is the story of a thirsty crow,
But mind you, not the one you know.
Here the climax is different,
So see you hear it till the end
This story has a young hero,
the grandson of the older crow.
Remember? The one who threw pebbles,
In the water to change its level? View Post