January 2012
88 posts
Short Story Number Six Hundred and Eighty Nine
keremmermutlu:
When it’s late at night and when you’re sleeping, I usually get up and walk around this town. I walk around and look at all the doors and look at all the windows and look at all the roads and I know that if we stay, we’ll never get out. So I try and think of a plan for us to escape. I think about how we must get out of here and go somewhere better. I walk around with escape plans...
