It was cold, very cold. He was late, as always. He had forgotten again. It was always like that these days. He never meant to, but somehow he always did. His thoughts were interrupted by the harsh beeping of his phone. He looked down at the screen. It was as he expected.
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Daily Prompt: Choose Your Adventure
The damp night air, heavy with fumes, enveloped him, suffocating, cloying, his head spinning. Head down, he walked on, lifting one foot in front of the other. Heart pounding, he hoped he had not been seen. There had been a moment, fleeting, the one when the three guys walked past him, when he felt it … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Choose Your Adventure
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