The Wordsmiths Book 2021

Spring never comes

I had always loved the idea of comfort in discomfort. There’s a certain type of security in harbouring feelings –

guilty pleasures – that you know aren’t good for you. I can find camaraderie in those others, whose minds are also under fake house arrest. We huddle up in an unlocked bedroom, to stave off the cold of our self-induced winter. I hope that spring never comes, and thaws away all of winter’s comforting discomforts.

I’d have to pay for all the heating, but the bill has always been worth it.

Andre Vasquez

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