AshesA Story by Jon Roggie
Walk out of the wreck.
Look back, and I shake my head. Why did they want me to come here? I worry. There is a reason I live in the wastelands. It limits me. I know. They said the rocks were moving because of the changes in temperature. Notice the storm clouds forming, allow a few strikes of lightning. Take a breath. What are they thinking? Brush the ashes from my shoulder, and I start to walk again.
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Added on August 7, 2018 Last Updated on August 7, 2018 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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