WesWord Bound
It's a Pun. My Name is Wes. These are My Short Stories, Poems and Other Writings
You know when you are near a creek and you can smell it? Like an oncoming rain through the trees? It was masked by the smoke and I couldn’t hear it either. I was starting to get worried.
It was dark atop the bridge. About as dark as it would get on the wrong side of midnight…
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