The Golden Myth

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 03:08:59 -

The Golden Myth

The light in the holding cell was yellow. It hummed. It buzzed like a trapped fly against the glass. I sat on the metal bench. The cold bit into my spine. I did not move. I did not blink. I counted the tiles. One. Two. Three. The floor was gray. The walls were white. The air smelled of bleach and old sweat. I was alone. My name is Daniel. I am a police officer. I have served for twenty years. I...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews