Untitled

John watched as Bear helped the girls move their sleeping bags and back packs over to a clear space on the factory floor. He didn’t see what Madison saw in Cammy, but it was her choice, and she wouldn’t get a second chance with him. He came close to slamming his fist into the cement floor.
Not frustrated at all, he told himself. Not even a little. 

(Visited 1 times, 1 visits today)

Leave a comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *