A Safe Place
a short story by paul baidoa Waking up, I used my arms to push myself up from the ground.Still on my hands and knees and my head tilted downward, I noticed a large white rock on the ground below me.I could not remember why I …
l'art pour l'art
a short story by paul baidoa Waking up, I used my arms to push myself up from the ground.Still on my hands and knees and my head tilted downward, I noticed a large white rock on the ground below me.I could not remember why I …