A short story about a young man, Atayo sits by the water. Sipping on something bitter, brewing on thoughts of life. What he wants and hopes for, a life, one that is different.
I wrote this story on Steemit, well actually first on some paper, then steemit, and now here! 'Writer of Age ' This is a little bit about Tigs. "Time, is an elusive friend, and a stoic enemy." Saying of Lament, Herald of the North Ridge Tigs was sitting. He watched the afternoon crowd bustle, everyone … Continue reading Tigs, A Small Tale