Not A Hand
I walked through a empty street on my way home. I felt something touch my shoulder, as if to get my attention. I turned around but no one was there. I saw a branch on the ground next to me. I figured that it was the branch that I felt.
I walked through a empty street on my way home. I figured that it was the branch that I felt. I turned around but no one was there. I felt something touch my shoulder, as if to get my attention. I saw a branch on the ground next to me.