Mrtvol/001
From Create Your Own Story
< Mrtvol
Mrtvol>001
Once Frank came across the bridge interstitial of some 17th century founding fathers, he crawled down a ladder to the decrepit hangout of the streams coming from the sewage purification plant. While the grey water had passed through gravel it still stunk a fair bit. Light reflected onto the hollows beneath the bridge like an ambulance in the desert, and the lichen that clung to the rocks was almost invisible. Some late teenager was here who looked about Frank's age, looking similarly ejected. He seemed phlegmatic about Frank's arrival so perhaps this was the normal useless gap in consciousness to escape maternity.
