There couldn't be, I didn't hear it. It's eleven at night and I live alone. There's no one else around for miles. I continued anyways. Three songs later and I heard it again. Clapping? I slowly turned around. I don't know what I expected but it certainly wasn't him. Seven years. How? It must be my imagination. He walks toward me. "i told you I'd come home." He hugs me. He's real. But how? I held his lifeless body in my arms.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Short Stories
HumorI love to write but only short paragraphs. Any feedback will help.
