The survivor progressed towards the horizon, a satchel full of regrets and a trail of broken promises left in his wake.
That’s all I have for you today. Short, sweet, and evident of every roiling emotion cracking new chasms in my skull.
The survivor progressed towards the horizon, a satchel full of regrets and a trail of broken promises left in his wake.
That’s all I have for you today. Short, sweet, and evident of every roiling emotion cracking new chasms in my skull.
Rob Queen 