There used to be colors here, you know.
She wasn’t so lucky. In her peripheral vision she saw their heads turn toward her.
“Ethan!” Vinny yelled across the room, “Over here!”
Hunching over the inside of a burned out boxcar, I sift through my finds.
No matter what they did the concrete always ended up looking like this.
People spend their entire lives behind walls.
A gunshot is a deceptively simple thing.