The hustle of the city beckons me. From the top of my apartment building, I watch with awe as taxis drive by and the crowd of people pushes through the streets, lights flashing, music playing, big shiny advertisements gleaming. Gripping the bars of the windows with tight sweaty hands, I yearned for the day that I could go out and be a part of this magical nightlife instead of staying cooped up in my apartment building like a fugitive, unable to leave even to buy a small coffee. Not without risking someone seeing me and probably running to the next police station.
After all, the world thinks I died 5 years ago.
Sighing, I let my hands drop and stuffed them into my pyjamas pocket, turning around to get into bed, leaving the scene by the window to keep playing like a fantasy I can never access, trapped behind the other side of the screen.
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Snippets of Stories
Short StorySnippets I wrote that never evolved into full stories or became a short story. Cover made from canva template:))
