Violet Storm
Nov 5 · 3 min read
Gray Area

Nearly eighteen years old and not a home to go to, Violet found herself at City Hall, a little homeless and shuffling her feet. The gray woman behind the gray desk in the gray building was offering the paperwork pathway to the gray road of government little assistance programs. Violet felt the hackles on the back of her neck rise with pride and she slowly backed out of the room, mumbling a quick exit with a hitchhiker’s thumb already extended.

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Violet Storm

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My favorite color is still purple and I like long walks in the sun and rain.

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