Futile Apologies


Futile apologies…  the principal meant well… it would change nothing.

Moving his hand to his lower back, Paul felt the only solution that was left.

Under his jacket… his lower back… held the only solution.

Written for Three LIne Thursdays: Requirements: Using the photo prompt, create a story/ poem of only three lines and no more than ten words each line.


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