The Golden Scar

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 16:15:55 -

The Golden Scar

The cake was yellow. It was a terrible, vibrant yellow. It sat in the center of the table like a guilty witness. The room smelled of sugar and ozone. I stood by the window. The glass was cold against my forehead. Outside, the city breathed in gray ribbons. Smoke. Steam. The exhalations of the machines. We were hungry. We were always hungry. But the hunger was not for bread. It was for the...

0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews