Tuesday, October 9, 2012


Seen at the Fullerton Station waiting for the Brown Line to Kimball at about 8:20 a.m.

Tom looks dashing, but he doesn’t feel that way. How could he be dashing when he’s truly so cruel and craven? He left her; he stole through the window while she slept, taking only his backpack. It’s slung over his shoulder now, full of his clothes and her trust. 

Super short story today! Always fun when that happens. Writing group meets tonight. Excited about that. Hope your Tuesday's going well.

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