Wet light crawls along the edges of rust and chrome. He walks as if the rain itself owes him something. He keeps walking because stopping would mean remembering.
Agnes’s eyes cut through the grime like glass. She’s…
Tag: Kinetic Novel
Kinetic Novel
Melting of the Winter Gears
The nights are cold But laughter and company will make us feel better. It’s impossible for the storm to reach us. The snowflakes melt against the windows. The wind is unable to breathe at the smallest whisper
It’s as if everyone has gone silence.