Francis hopped aboard the 7:40 train to Mephis in October of 2018. The air was brisk, yet warm, and Franchis was in high spirits about today’s adventures. The sights, the smells of the train, all combined the growing mumbles, shouts, honks, and whistles of a city beginning to awaken.
Once, the scent of leather would have pulled me to my old writing studio. Now, I only can sit and stare at my computer, wondering if I should kill myself, the computer, or the lazy writing muse taking a lunch break when he should be working inside my brain.