Short Stories

Writing a Story from a Paint Chip Sample

The gravel hits hard against my well-worn running shoes. I hear their chatter, see their grins. I see myself with a pasted-on smile. I stop suddenly, look down at my feet and wince. Gone is the heavily sunbeam that greeted me on my pillow this morning. Instead dark clouds cover the country sky. It’s just… Continue reading Writing a Story from a Paint Chip Sample

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