Genre - Short Story. You are on the page - 131
Just Writings is mostly about what i'm thinkin bout or what i'm feeling. Ocasionally there will be something that came to mind just randomly.-Johnathan Adams-
This short story mainly tells about the need of helping people.
"We gather here tonight to honor those who lost their lives from a terrorist attack. In memory of these lost souls, please raise your candles." I raise a candle to the sky, along with everyone else.
"The land was sparse, dry, covered in Maquis shrub; juniper, myrtle, dwarf pine, wild rosemary. They were all more all or less aromatic, the beating sun releasing a heady scent into the air. He walked down the track, his boots crunching on gravel. In the bay below, the sea, a bright Mediterranean blue lazily caressed the cliffs. He was searching for geckos β sunny days brought them out to bask. Cold rendered them inactive. He thought of his wife. She was like that. Back in Manchester sheβd