While I Wait to be Rejected

While I Wait to be Rejected

Like an itch I can’t scratch, distraction is a dodgy shadow on the edge of my periphery. I pull back my arm and send a dart spinning through the dim light of a basement room. It stabs into the pale of the blank wall.  Nothing.  My eyes narrow. Nothing? Wait…...

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