http://slow.writerscafe.org/JoelleAjay The original writings of author Joelle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776218677 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The rain poured hard, I was soon soaked through andshivering. My car died on me, I walked for hours feeling depressed anddesperate for someone to come and rescue me.The cars passed by inattentive to my existence, who couldblame them anyway? The fog was heavy and it was far into the night I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoelleAjay/1501618/ It was a sunny Sunday afternoon when I woke up from a knockon my bedroom door. It was my dad waking me up for lunch. Lying in bed waitingfor nothing, just staring at the ceiling daydreaming about a life I would neverhave nor have the courage to make, not even a slight resemblance of it.I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoelleAjay/1501612/