For my last post for the year, here is a small extract of a short story I’ve been working on and hope to publish one day. - DJ
The river. Its’ water beaded and flooded off the dark skin of the boy - tears and waterfalls, the sun absorbed and reflected all at once. No breeze, only the sun tilting just beyond its highest point. It was going to beat even h…
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