Short story. How I got my first job and lost my best friend.

For this week’s Wednesday Write-in at Cake. Short and Sweet Prompts: jungle  ::  matchbox  ::  sparrow  ::  hog  ::  mull       How predictable is it to think that right after high school world will knee in front of you? Well, I should say, fairly predictable. Driven by the anxiety of unknown and pushed by …

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My wonderful “Time Takers”

         Friends        How many times is it possible to start everything from a scratch, from zero, to begin your life road at this empty point A and burn bridges behind you? A friend, true and dear one, once told me that you can start everything from a fresh beginning if you never look back. Once you never go back on your promises, once you never doubt yourself for decisions you made. Once you have left everything and everyone behind.

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