" Are you sure you want this? " I asked nervously, gripping the handle. She nodded. Lilly looked at me, her face red. The sun cast an orange hue. I started jogging, pushing her wheelchair in the park. The wheels squeaked and I could feel the wind rushing by my ears. Lilly held on to … Continue reading Asphodel
Category: short story
Thunderstorms
Read the comic strip that inspired the short story here I hate rainy season, I thought to myself, standing in front of the window in this storm. It's not the way the sky bleeds water that irritates me. Not the cold wind or the general wetness or the puddles or the road blockage. No. I … Continue reading Thunderstorms
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