Dun dun dun

There was a time, a long time ago, about fourteen hours ago, when I was a college student. Those were the days. Now I’m just a sad little shoe salesperson waiting for a letter, any letter, telling me anything about my future, from France. Even just an e-mail. Or a text message, or a smoke signal, or a pinch while I’m sleeping. Please.


2 thoughts on “Dun dun dun

  1. laurel says:

    Since you’re dealing with France, I think smoke signals might be just about at their level of technological advancement. Wait, no, cave paintings.

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