Common Misinterpretations
By: T. Gibbs
Author's note: This is a short story, I'm awaiting to see what your guy's feedback is and whether or not I should continue the story. Please leave a review, much appreciated. -T
As I lay here on a cold winter night, I hear nothing but the sound of the clock and the silence of the snowfall. I begin to ponder what my name is, before it comes to me like light to a dark day, my parents had given me the name of Bartholomew Nelson. However at the orphanage, your surname carries little meaning, since if you were to be adopted, you'd take on the surname of your adopting parents. Therefore the other children at the orphanage just get nicknames, mine being "Bart." My parents did not give me a middle name for at the time of my birth, I was whisked away and thrown into an adoption home, never to see my parents again. I suppose maybe I was an uninspected baby, or maybe they had hoped for a girl. But what I do know is that I am alone, only me and my shadow, who has never left my side, like dew after a rainy day.