Short Story #25 – (rearrived)

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Trip – Short Story # 15

  He hadn’t been out in ages. Catacombed in walls and the spaces between. He wept in the light, the darkness illuminated, weak and empty. But he knew, nothing. Just like everyone else. Through the city he moved like Sisyphus. […]