Coraline Hart MS 18 years old Posts Fiction By Coraline Hart Death's Narrative I wait on the edge of a sidewalk, sitting on a bench watching the street. Night swept the city in its dark cape, but it did not matter in the city. It is always bright either night or day.
Fiction By Coraline Hart Death's Narrative I wait on the edge of a sidewalk, sitting on a bench watching the street. Night swept the city in its dark cape, but it did not matter in the city. It is always bright either night or day.
