Rosabella Wild

Joined May 2021

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Outside.
“Well, heck.” Said my over tired brain. Exhausted, I was outside with both palms pressed against the dirtied, white plastic front door of his house. My forehead resting on the cold surface and my eyes closed, I was shut out.
By Rosabella Wild5 years ago in Fiction
Him.
My eyes were wide, wider than usual. They darted, backward and forwards, backwards and forwards. They didn’t rest for more than a second, I took in as much as I could, in as little time as possible. My surroundings felt different, maybe a little tense. I glanced to the left, I saw a glass of wine (the usual), then my eyes shot right, my phone and car keys, I think I drove here … but where am I?
By Rosabella Wild5 years ago in Psyche