|Life lesson: I have too many favourites.|
Wren's Apples - EDIT AND I'LL DRAW YOU SOMETHINGThe lie was as heavy as a fridge. Wren could feel it in his stomach, sliding around, threatening to come up.Wren's Apples - EDIT AND I'LL DRAW YOU SOMETHING by 10kdays
“I haven’t seen an apple since last January.” said Wren, fidgeting with his shirt collar.
His father, George Harvey nodded absently, focusing on a spot behind Wren’s head. It was early and few people had arrived at work. “I’ve fired five people for apple hoarding.” he said. “Shame. If you see any traitors, you know what to do.”
Wren looked at the massive building around him. Green walls, green signs, green grapes. George Harvey sold green grapes and was rich for it. Wren was his father’s accountant, but he was not rich. He nodded to his father and stepped inside his tiny cubicle, pulling out his laptop. He tried to concentrate on the numbers, put them in order.
“Distracted, Wren?” said a voice behind him. “Got uh lot of stuff on yer mind?”
Wren turned to see Mark leaning on the doorframe. &
Hi, I'm Erin. I'm sixteen. I like drawing, writing, music and chickens. And cats. But that's out of the question.|
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pps. I feel bad to say this but PLEASE, NO LLAMAS!!!!!!! because I don't see the point in them. I'd rather a thank you or a critique on my work or something. Llamas just don't do anything for me except make me think I got a message. Thank you