Kevell Byrd

True eXampL

Sean King

English

The forest had one rule: never answer when the trees whispered your name.

So why did you answer? Why did you return the whisper? Do you remember the echo of your own Voice? 

That was days ago. Now you lie back, reclined in the same rocker as yesterday. It’s tattered and your hand glances over the same missing chips of wood in the armrest. 

“Hello..?”

Lionel Ritchie was not handling retirement well. He would just sit in his rocking chair, singing bits of his songs. Sometimes he’d do this all night long. All night.

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