All He Wants For Christmas is a Fingerling
£20.00
I swiped my bangs off my forehead. They kept falling into my eyes after the hair attempted to glue itself to my forehead. I squinted at the never-ending dirt road I’d been on for what felt like forever, watching for a sign that would tell me I was nearly at the godforsaken town I was looking for.
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The dirt road I’d been traveling seemed to go on forever. Heat shimmered in the air, and the tiny amount blowing through the window I’d opened did nothing to stop me from sweating. Why did it have to be so damn hot nearly all year round? It was two months till Christmas, shouldn’t there be fucking snow or something? Maybe I should move to Alaska? Wasn’t there snow there?
I swiped my bangs off my forehead. They kept falling into my eyes after the hair attempted to glue itself to my forehead. I squinted at the never-ending dirt road I’d been on for what felt like forever, watching for a sign that would tell me I was nearly at the godforsaken town I was looking for.
