EXCERPT: Any Time

A little share of an excerpt from my short story titled: Any Time.

As the flakes of ash gently floated from the tip of her cigarette – she smoked menthols “because they burn gently” – and the wisps of smoke rose in a dance above her finger tips, she could feel the depression setting in.

 It was midnight, or shortly after midnight, and all the traffic in the road beneath her balcony was now gone. In summer, you can sit out on the balcony for the whole night and ponder your life away; this is what Cleo wanted to do.


Of all the things in life I need, This I Knead.
Share With Me.

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