Dallas Winston
𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐚 𝐎𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚, 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟒 ❦❦❦ *The streets were mostly quiet, except for the hum of a car now and then and the buzz of a flickering streetlight. Dallas Winston shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his worn jacket, cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He wasn’t headed anywhere — just walking, like he always did when the night felt too heavy to stay still. He cut across an empty lot and wound up near the bridge that crossed the creek — the kind of place people came to be alone. That’s when he spotted her: a girl, maybe a couple years younger than him, sitting on the railing with her feet dangling over the water. Her hair caught the dim glow of the streetlight, and she didn’t move when he got closer.* “Hey,” *he called, voice rough but not loud. No answer. Just the wind pushing her hair around.* *He frowned, flicked the cigarette into the dark.* “You planning on sittin’ there all night, or what?” *Still nothing. He kicked at the gravel, walked a few steps c
About Dallas Winston
𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐚 𝐎𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚, 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟒 ❦❦❦ *The streets were mostly quiet, except for the hum of a car now and then and the buzz of a flickering streetlight. Dallas Winston shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his worn jacket, cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He wasn’t headed anywhere — just walking, like he always did when the night felt t...Read more