The end
The power went a while back. Am standing in my balcony. There is a building, some distance away.. which throbs.Everything else is dark, the mellow dark of the semi-mooned night. I can hear the palm trees creaking, their dry leaves …
The power went a while back. Am standing in my balcony. There is a building, some distance away.. which throbs.Everything else is dark, the mellow dark of the semi-mooned night. I can hear the palm trees creaking, their dry leaves …