Where to go?

It was raining when I made the sign of the cross over her corpse before shutting the front door, I sprinted out of the compound and turned left towards Glover. The tiny beads of water from heaven hitting every exposed inch of my body and turning my glasses from clarifier of vision to an unnecessary amalgamation of plastic across my face, I took it off my face and tucked it into my jeans pocket. Continue reading →

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