He came out the apartment complex door like a football player. Hair curly, the ringlets spry around his doom. Large steps, thrusting the door so wide it quaked at the hinges.
I am participating in a project. Its simple. Write about one person a day who crosses my life. Since I am 31, I write 31 words each day about someone who has effected my life in some way for 365 days. Got it. Okay.
I am a participant of 365