She passed the few houses between hers and the end of the street. Turning the corner, she looked up, noticing the beauty of the early morning sky and how the clouds sat in such a way to remind her of the coast. A slight breeze brushed her skin and left a scent of salt water and sunscreen lingering around her. Of course, she was hundreds of miles from the beach. It was a memory of another time grazing upon her senses.
Throwback Thursday: THE CHAIR (untitled story start circa 2018)
Raelyn Pracht 