Erika Tryon
Joined June 2021
2 stories
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Just a creative human being living life day by day in magical ways!
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Zion
Tad used to be here every day, keeping all of the building's foliage dancingly alive. His lunchtime rocking chair was in my hallway within steps of my front door, just so, to catch the light which shone down through the basement window bars. Every day he rocked in that same chair whilst eating his triangle sandwiches and telling me stories of his travels. He spoke fondly of leaving for Zion. I remember the last time I saw him, he passed me casually in the laundry room and told me he was finally taking off for good tomorrow and that he hoped I got outta here soon too.
By Erika Tryon5 years ago in Fiction
