by Jessica Faith
The soles of his doc martens were wearing thin. The left heel slightly more worn than the right, they each took their turn slapping up against the rain-slicked pavement with hostility. Boot soles delivering his rage to the mortar, the blow designed for someone else.
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Nicely done. So is the blow designed for the little bunny
On the lawn or his drunk father ptfo at home…
Oh the possibilities.
love cliffhangers. imagination sparkers ( :