I stand here on this hill alone. It’s not like I wanted company, so don’t dare pity me. I came to this spot for a very special occasion. It is dusk, and I have come for the daily funeral. I came to watch the sun die; like it does day after day after day.
Tag: alleyway
Killing in the Alleyway
A small yawn escaped those shiny, red lips framed by a narrow, pale face. Long lady like fingers brushed a stray hair away from such a face. She was young and beautiful. Her long ebony hair flowed around her body encased in dark black jeans and a small, black tank top exposing her midriff.