This is from my 'archives'. I wrote this short story maybe about 10 years ago, and stumbled across it when browsing through some old files. I hope you enjoy. - JD I, Death, fell in love on a Tuesday.
Alan had been taught from a young age to always look presentable. No pajamas or slippers outside of the house, sweats are only acceptable when going or returning from the gym, etc. When he was young t
Thursday, June 2, 1921 Darnell, the librarians, and his mom walked quickly under a brightening sky, the morning air thick with dew and a chilling silence. Their footsteps slapped on sidewalks, and th
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