It was …
Lying on bed, reflecting on yesterday’s events.
Not what happened physically.
The images that flashed,
The thoughts that came churning in after that… mais 409 palavras
A whisper, silent and quick, the breeze blowing, blissful in the steaming heat of the under-city. As the breeze rushed past him the stench of sewage became entwined with the image of the dancing dust, rising and falling with the air that carried it. mais 447 palavras