| A cold night. An even colder heart. The feelings of solidarity growing with each passing day, each day passing more quickly than the last. Footsteps. A woman. Alone. Who? Why?
Why not?
“Hello”
"hi"
Silence. Cold. Footsteps. Alone.
Why? How? People? Ants. If only....
footsteps. A woman. The woman.
“I'm Hope, what's your name?”
How? Why? Ants? People.
Footsteps. A man. A woman. People.
by Travis Neufeld | |