Rafael M. Lench
Just a person who likes to turn thought into word.
-Where am I? -What happened? -Why can I not remember? The questions hung in silence as the one who spoke these questions silently floated in empty darkness, unknowing as to what their fate will entail, and hoping that they would soon find something … anything.
Just Another Day
“Haah, Haah, haah, dang it where is that door,” the young woman stated, as she rushed through yet another dark hallway, the way forward only illuminated by a small flashlight, the sound of rattling and hurried footsteps also part of her frantic flight.