"How can you see anything when it's this dark?"
My heart plummeted. "Colin, what are you talking about? It's broad daylight," I choked out.
Silence.
Shakily, I raised three fingers. "Colin...how many fingers am I holding up?"
"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I...can no longer see."
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Writing Prompts
Художественная прозаHere are a collection of writing prompts designed by yours truly or taken from the internet. Knock yourselves out.
