Chained Parapet #6

“John… JOHN!” Dave’s voice shook me up, it was the haunted building from our childhood. How… Is this happening? Isn’t Dave gone? I was placed in a field of confusion. “Come on John, let’s cross the bridge!” I allowed the memory to unravel itself, observing the minutiae point that I had overlooked. My over-analysing selfContinue reading “Chained Parapet #6”