My contact was late.
Etiqueta: street photography
There was no escape.
There’s a nice pavement cafe in Heaven.
They agreed to open the sky.
I think we lost them.
I was finally meeting who I worked for all those years. My fists were anxious.
It was a ghost ship centuries old. Most hatches for the escape pods were open to vacuum. The ship made it to Earth completely empty.
We started side by side, fast but not furious, both dangerous and suicidal. Living fast meant living short.
One more move and we were breakfast to the cub.
When she was with her father, everyone else disappeared from her eyes.
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