I long to press my hands on the glass, to feel the cold against my skin, to see my breath turning the vision before me to fog as it mists the surface. But even this is denied me. I have no skin, I have no
John looked out of the window and allowed himself to pretend, just for a second, that he might actually go outside today. Then he poured another glass of vodka and popped another Valium. He looked at the pill in the palm of his hand, unsure
Sitting in the low light, waiting. Trying to be calm.
Kicking a door in is a lot harder than they make it look on TV. When he was alive, Detective Smoke’s heart would always sink when he arrived on a scene with a door forcibly removed from it’s hinges. It suggested a few things, none of
“Well, that’s very symbolic.” Geoffrey frowned at the shattered wine glass on the floor. Natalie leaned in towards him, getting in his face. “Don’t fucking start” she hissed. “it’s just so… appropriate. You’re breaking up with me, and then you break a glass.” Natalie’s scowl
“Don’t forget your shovel” said Moore, and hung up. Fallon locked his phone screen and slipped it back into his shirt pocket. Sharon didn’t ask who he’d been talking to or what they’d wanted, but he knew she wanted to know. She gave him a