It was dark and I had been following the canal bank for quite some time now. The light had faded and only street lights from the nearby road were illuminating my steps. It was half past five and the search parties would be out by now, though I had no desire to meet them. School did that to me, made me want to walk, made me want to be places others weren't.
Places like canal banks.
The bridge ahead would pull me home in time but I slowed my steps, content to remain a lost soul for a while longer.
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I was wondering if this idea of 1Hundredwords was yours or not? Either way, they are good to read.
Blame Bock The Robber. He gave me the idea.
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