Ferris tapped a man in a business suit on the shoulder, the man jumped and turned around.1
“Hello,” Ferris said. “Would you mind telling me where exactly I am?”2
“Harrison street, Derrinburg,” the man replied. 3 Full Story
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Ferris liked the way it sounded when his shovel sunk into the tight-packed soil. The ringing, crunching, sliding noise. He dug all day and night for approximately a week. By the end of the first week, his palms were raw and gooey, callused and bloody. The second day, he had worn down the skin so far, Full Story
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Fires flickered across Ferris Julius’ cold face as the candle crackled and waved in the faint breeze of air blowing from his nostrils. He sat at his table, reminiscing over better days, when his smile still shined and his wife was still alive. He thought back to their first kiss and his heart was warmed with pleasant emotions. He thought of the date they went on, when his car broke down on the way to the drive-in theatre, and he chuckled to himself. Full Story
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