The sky was dreary this morning, the early drizzle soaked me to the bone. My hair dinged dark, and I could tell my appearance is scrappy. My back ached from laying on the park bench. I couldn't really tell what time it was, but I knew it was rather early. I sat up, gazing around, and readjusting to my surroundings. With a sigh I left the park, and ventured around the streets. Hours had passed, before I stumbled into a phone booth, and dialed a number, I knew the number by heart, due to the fact that it was drilled into me. I didn't know what else to do, so this was my last resort. The phone rang, and after the third ring, a voice broke the silence. "Hello?", his gruff voice echoed through the phone. And with a slight gasp, whispered, "Daddy?"
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This Is My Goodbye
Short Story"She was like a star, nothing but a beautiful echo of death" Ultimately I had to choose an escape from my past. For years, the constant weight of what they all did, has brought me to my knees, I forgive those who have wronged me. And accept judgemen...
