Of late, there has been a lonesome doubt spouting in the uncertain void. However you may take it, as I wander into the coiled streets and encounter the feral vanguards and their minions, the radio wavelengths somehow find a way around me. And with the slightest whiff of canabis, I am drawn back to one such claustrophobic stale evening that had bore a gradual tension on what we had assumed to be true previously.
My story, Cleft has been published in Readomania.
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