short story
mountain climbing
I woke up early in the morning and was freezing cold, so I shivered and covered the blanket tightly, then looked out the window. The autumn rain is still falling, hitting the security net on the clattering, and do not care to sleep, dressed, pulling up the sleeping mother, they drove to the foot of a mountain. As for what this mountain is called, I am not quite sure, I only know that my grandmother lives in this mountain.
By Deer Gaviria3 years ago in Earth









