Daring

 


He stepped outside, went downstairs and then, checking the weather, left the building and walked out the gate. It was his first time out in ten days but he’d run out of milk, the bread turned blue and he wanted to breathe fresh air. Considering his agoraphobia, it was daring.


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Published on October 04, 2016 11:48
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Postcard from a Pigeon

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