zali wheeler
Joined May 2022
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the status quo
The evening sky was beginning to bruise. Night would be here soon. As usual there was a yellow sheen growing on the horizon which marked the city and made the air bitter and cancerous. Pretty soon, the night would arrive properly and everything would be black. In the meantime I sat on a cold bench in a graveyard and watched patches of stars prickle into life overhead.
By zali wheeler2 months ago in Fiction