September 12th, 2024
“Well, since you seem to have an idea of where we’re going. Where to, boss?” The girl asked Noemi.
“Boss?” Noemi repeated back to the smaller girl, looking her up and down. 1,897 more words
‘Graffiti and scorch marks, echoes of small fires, decorated doorsteps. Golden Special Brew cans and crushed vodka bottles, bright as diamonds, collected in gutters. Front gardens were filled with mouldy paddling pools and, occasionally, a rust burnished shell of a car. 506 more words