Writing
prompt story
Honestly, I had no idea what I was even
doing. I didn’t know this city, or the people in it. The chill air brought
shivers down my spine – I was wearing a t-shirt and pants in the cold mountains
of Nepal. Still, I couldn’t turn back now.
Running in more of an attempt to keep warm
than catch up, I bumped into an old fruit vendor. Apologizing profusely, I had
no idea what he was saying. I didn’t exactly have time to brush up on my
Nepali.
I caught a glimpse of the air strip,
sprinting towards it.
(to be continued? probably not.)
Maybe not this one, but it would be nice to see more of your voice and writing in this space.
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