The tree stood at ten, maybe twelve feet tall, but as far as the boy was concerned, it might as well have reached the grainy, spring sky.
When I was younger I fell in love with a performance artist. During these last decades, the interest in this particular performance art has drastically decreased.
There’s always tomorrow, Oscar said to himself
Alcoholics, drug addicts, and even cheaters manage to get away, Ian thought. So, why can't I?
Once again, Joseph noticed the anger in his friend’s eyes.
- Length: 10 pages
- Age Rating: 15
- Genre: Fiction
