http://slow.writerscafe.org/adoptadope56 The original writings of author adoptadope56 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985467 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Only a few days ago I was in Mr. Dave’s corner café downtown sitting cozily in my favorite red suede chair. It was my favorite spot in the café, there was always the perfect blend of fresh cooked brownies and nutmeg aroma in the air and the only spot you could smell both in perfe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adoptadope56/840103/ As I struggled to awake from my frozen sleep the smell of dried blood overwhelms me I can hardly open my eyes. I know my face is swollen, my lip seeps blood into my mouth. Excruciating pain surrenders my body to the cold wet floor. I must go on I must keep walking. I am lost and far from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adoptadope56/840101/