Friday, January 8, 2016

Rugose

Alone, tired, and terrified of the open world and the limitless hazards of walking through the city park at night, Sandra had no calm this evening. Passing a bench she,, jumped at the sound of movement as a sack of blankets turned to leer at her, revealing an ancient face so rugose she imagined spelunking in its crevices.

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