Caffeine-dependent music lover, candle enthusiast, Greek food addict, & storyteller. Pick my brain here, stay a while.
The wind makes me nostalgic.
I’m not sure exactly what for
but, something about the wind
right before a storm begins
acting as the canary
What is it like to be forgotten? Was I really forgotten, or did they never really care at all deep down.
Was I just a fixture this whole time? I can’t tell anymore. Anything that comes from my mouth isn’t important to you unless it’s about you.
Prompt: write a piece less than 1,000 words on the subject of distracted driving for the Create Real Impact competition. The only edits made since it was submitted in March 2016 were name changes.