The way he looked at her had an irrevocable
quality, under which time slept, time crept and time stopped.
It was something strong and far reaching, like a subway line with no terminus or a currency powerful enough to light a city of night. Her life that had been a string of near misses, but who cared?
It was something strong and far reaching, like a subway line with no terminus or a currency powerful enough to light a city of night. Her life that had been a string of near misses, but who cared?
Really, right now, who cared?
