
The Memory Of The Stitch: Part One
*this story was started days ago* “I’m first!” Tommy shouted as he rushed past his brother,knocking him to the ground as he ran towards the swings in the small abandoned park that they passed by on their way too and from school. Tommy was 9 years old with a mop of red hair on top of his head, bouncing with each step and freckles on his sunkissed cheeks while his brother Noah who was 7 looked li…
