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the listening

A Story by solitarywriter

I closed the window. I sat down on the bare corner of one of the beds and rested the back of my head against the wall. A weight centered over my body,..

vacancy

A Story by solitarywriter

I looked out the window. The sun tasted the sky; tiny black birds flew in the distance. Their wings so muted I could not tell in which direction th..