riley sits at the edge of her bench.
"what's your favorite part about ireland?" she asks.
i pause to think, adjusting the mic stand. "i don't know. it never felt like home to me."
she tilts her head. "really?"
"yeah." i laugh a bit. "it's nothing too deep; i just don't like it here."
"oh."
"but hey, i like talking to you," i say.
riley smiles, and it's sweet. "i like talking to you, too."
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SUNSHOWER
Short Story❛ they met at the corner of 1st avenue and amber lane everyday, before 5 pm. ❜ © writing, stardippedink. © art, myrthena ( insta )
