Morning :: Dec 8, 11:54 PM
Waking up to find the building full of commotion. People dressed in fine clothes, laughing and chatting, jostling down stairs. Light beaming through the windows, the air sparkling with excitement. And I feel joyous and excited, reveling in this moment. And as they shuffle out the door he turns back and speaks sincerely, I’m sorry, I’m sorry but you cannot come, and shuts the door before me.
Section: Fiction | Category: Short Story
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