Jigsawed Origins

Thu, 30 Jul 2015 13:18:01 +0000

Every fibre of her feeble being echoed songs of debilitation but she was utterly indifferent to their call. Her tired body was the least of her worries as she had just descended a flight of poorly-constructed steps and had been walking on a reddish-brown path for what seemed close to an hour. Her body was screaming “stop” but it seemed only her mind was with her on this; this in turn aggravated the deposition of lactic acid to her muscles.

Hardship on Shorendipity | Ahmed Shodipo

Jigsawed Origins