The Wanderer

What was there to do, she pondered. Seven hours until I’m outta here. Not much to do, okay, not really anything to do, except sustenance. She did need to eat. Dying phone (plus no physical map either, fucking… Read More

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Self preservation can disgust the self

She walked briskly, keeping her head down. It was in sight now and she was almost there. It always seemed an odd jaunt but it’s not as if she had other pressing tasks at hand, the apartment was… Read More

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