The Distant Whispers

added blog Literature

2026-08-18 18:01:56 -

The rain hits the glass. It ticks. It taps. It screams. You are in the car. The black leather is cold. You hold the badge. It is warm in your palm. It is heavy. It is iron. It is your name. It is your life. You look at the mirror. Your face is a ghost. Your eyes are dead. You are a cop. You are good at it. You are too good at it. The building stands before you. It is old. Stone. Dark. It smells...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews