Fleeing – True Image
November 24, 2016
I fled behind a brick wall and slumped to the damp ground, burying my face in my arms and wishing that I’d never come—that I’d never even contemplated coming to the party.
I fled behind a brick wall and slumped to the damp ground, burying my face in my arms and wishing that I’d never come—that I’d never even contemplated coming to the party.