It was Monday.
Monday was dark, and snowy, and everything Saturday should have been but wasn't.
Karden sat on the edge of his bed and stared out the window at the small town. He imagined he could see the hospital from his vantage point. Lydi was still there. He didn't know how long she would be there for. Neither did she.
He didn't know it was nearing the end.
He couldn't have.
No one could have.
But it was.
YOU ARE READING
cigarette daydreams
Povídky"hey - lydi, got a light?" "literally, metaphorically, or spiritually? because i have none." "that's a bit gloomy, don't you think?" "it's punk rock."
