Wyn Vrielinck
Bio
Young, aspiring barrister trying to make some sense of a senseless world. Often found in London.
Stories (5/0)
Is Hope Hopeless?
As long as I can remember, I've had this internal picture within my brain. In it, I am sat at a breakfast bar in what I assume is my kitchen. It's a clean, modern room. The sun is delicately warming my face. It's early morning, but I'm not tired. I clearly had a good night sleep and am reading the newspaper with a small glass of juice and a steaming cup of coffee perched beside my hand. Raspberry jam lays neatly on some toast that has been hovering around my mouth for a good few moments as the black and white pages of the newspaper captivate my interest. There is a half tied tie hanging down from my neck and my hair is still damp from the morning shower.
By Wyn Vrielinck6 years ago in Humans
