Her Chicken Scratch / Short Stories

Pace

He paced back and forth. Back and forth. Almost as circular as the spinning leafs from the wind. They spun and spun. Lifting only slightly off the cracked pavement. It was warm outside but somehow the breeze managed to cling to his ribcage. Sending shivers across his body. He’d make quick glances to the hospital across the street. The sides light and looming. Written by Alecia Writes. 

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