Short fiction published in Palabras.
I am simply here. I no longer know why, if I ever did know at all. There is only a forest that goes on and on, endlessly, a sea of bark and leaves and grass.
It was a cold night in Alexandria as Mark got off the Metro to complete his daily journey home. The ride home was always similar; the same people, sitting in the same seats, commuting back home after a day’s work in D.C....
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