APRIL 06, 2017 • 8:04 pm
-a miracle or a curse?-
Sherley today visited my apartment carrying a box of donut stuffed into a cute paper bag and coffee. She said she wanted me to work at their cafe, so that I'll have extra income for my everyday living. So what do you do in cafes? Wipe tables? Bring fresh, hot bagels onto the customer's table and slap em' with those hot coffee for being rude on the cashier?
The truth is, I suck at everything. I'm a klutz. I can't do things the way it has to be. All I was blessed with is my hands to be a proffession with the brush. To paint with the colors of the wind. Lol joke. Just kidding Pochahontas.
Even my ancestors are agreeing with my judgement.
YOU ARE READING
Say You Won't Let Go
Short StoryShe is Autumn He is August. and as the leaves turned red, the start of a sad love.
