I know these trails
like I know
the back of my own hand.
But the back of my hand
was never something I
really
paid attention to.
Someone else-- maybe an artist
or a piano player,
they might know the way my hands look better than I do.
It probably would've been smart of me
to ask for directions
before deciding to embark on a spontaneous hiking journey in the woods.
I can't remember
why I decided to leave the comfort of my room.
"God, I hate the sun," I mumble.
I reach into my bag and grab a twizzler to keep my mouth occupied.
YOU ARE READING
Gumdrop Slides (cell phone novel)
Short StoryI'm trying my hand at this cpn thing, let's see where it goes edit: I ended it up making it rather short, but I think it turned out okay for a first try.
