Spontaneous Creativity #2

May 28, 2018

 

Peering out, she waited. He would come, she said. He would come. Her toes strained against the wide floorboards, her stomach pressed against the sill. Salt air and seagulls kept watch with her. He would come, she said. He would come.

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