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Writing

I’ve started quite a few pieces of literature, but rarely complete them. 

Here’s what I have so far.

The body of a man Audra had never seen before lay in the back of her car. His knees were tucked up against his chest and each wrist pinned between their thigh and calf like a self-imposed hog-tie. This was the way Audra found all of the strangers that were stashed in her vehicle as it prevented them from shifting around during the ride home. In their current position, it was difficult to make out any defining features, but she knew the slip of paper pinned to their pant cuff would give her an idea of what she was dealing with.

Spend the evening with Audra and her guest as they explore the realities of the working class in a futuristic short story.

Mr. Orwell

Max Cunningham