Flash Fiction Practice
Untitled Shared at Jan 28, 2022
I was in bed, awake, but still laying, just like the rest of the house.
The lighting was the kind that pissed me off. Neither bright and pretty like a beautiful summer day nor glum and melancholic. Instead a subdued light like an old polaroid , but no nostalgia featured. The...
The lighting was the kind that pissed me off. Neither bright and pretty like a beautiful summer day nor glum and melancholic. Instead a subdued light like an old polaroid , but no nostalgia featured. The...