Quarantine blues
#WRITCOSTORYCHALLENGE
The abandoned street possessed street lamps which, perhaps, were unfunctional. The effulgence reflected from the filament gravitated the moths that circled around the lamp in gyrate.
But the life beneath the confinement acquired an existent form and breathed lively.
The abandoned street possessed street lamps which, perhaps, were unfunctional. The effulgence reflected from the filament gravitated the moths that circled around the lamp in gyrate.
But the life beneath the confinement acquired an existent form and breathed lively.