The glass stutters, but does not break. Slowly, his fist slides down, bruised and limp. His eyes are glued outward, but there is not much to see through the dusty haze. It's not black, yet, so the sun...
The glass stutters, but does not break. Slowly, his fist slides down, bruised and limp. His eyes are glued outward, but there is not much to see through the dusty haze. It's not black, yet, so the sun...