FICTION: Who cleaned our city?
A silent city, a solitary man, and a routine that keeps the madness away.
A silent city, a solitary man, and a routine that keeps the madness away.
It was eternal summer, and he was going to run forever. Nobody was going to catch him.
The sea was ablaze for a whole month. But they never found her. They couldn’t do anything. She was gone, they said.