To My Good Friend
Free on SceneLog — log in or create an account to track it.
Overview
It was a sweltering summer. There stayed my friend who has always been with me since childhood. My weird friend bites the hair. Next day, it bites my finger to bleed this time. Suspicious question rises up upon wiping out the blood. 'Isn't it time to throw this away?'
Comments
Be the first to comment.
Leave a comment
Your email won't be published. Comments are reviewed before they appear.