Whirlwind
A Fictional Story by Danny Piccolo. I stared at a whirlwind of leaves spiraling in the soft breeze in a darkened roof corner atop a small hotel situated far enough from the beach to feel completely isolated, yet close enough to hear the surf delicately hit the shore. The sight transfixed me. I was stoned. We had gone to the roof to take in the night air and smoke a small doobie. Icebreaker: Where do you live? How long are
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