Week Two of Micro Bookends, and my final submission (sadly). Face battered and numb. His bloodied hands almost fractured; skin rips as it’s shed from glove. He has seen this moment. He has seen every moment. He’s like a writer at keyboard, perfect plot in mind. He has smelled dankness of old sweat. He has …
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Metropolitan Dreams 