The sun set, taking its safety with it. Clouds hung low in the sky, still dropping a variety of condoms by the bucketful. The clouds broke occasionally, allowing the bright moonlight to shine off the torn structures and broken windows in the town. Even without the moon, the ground was littered with glow-in-the-dark condoms creating a virtual path
(
Read more... )
Reply
Create your own subthread here with the room's occupants in the thread subject line. If you're going to go NWS, please use your personal journal and link back to the post here.
Reply
Reply
Reply
But for now, lounging on a couch like the teenaged boy he resembled and once was.
Some things never die.
Reply
With Naomi or not with Naomi, that was the question...
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment