Short Realism Stories
No Reservations Required
by DaniellaM
Julian was perched on the edge of the chair. Bent forward, elbows on his thighs, clammy hands clasped together, he stared at the floor. One knee bounced rhythmically. The elegant chair was barely able to contain his wiry awkwardness. He trembled,...
- Mar, 30 2015
- Fiction Realistic Fiction