Cube watched her as she went away. Carried by a little impulse of unpredicted rage, Round started rolling. non-stop, she was going far away. So far, Cube couldn’t even see her. She was a dot, tiny, insignificant being in the horizon.
Unquestionably, he would miss her.
Nov 27th, The Round and the Cubicle (with bonus drawing!)
Nov 30th, It’s your first time in the sea
33 Left Hand Stories in 33 Days
