Elara Lux

(Cont) The thin motel curtains let in a sliver of gray morning light. I stayed motionless on the edge of the lumpy bed, listening to the distant hum of the city waking up. No one knew I was here. Thursday arrived quietly, by 7:30 p.m. the sky turned deep indigo over the harbor. +

(cont) The rooftop door clicked shut behind Sable, leaving only the wind and the faint creak of string lights swinging overhead. I didn’t follow, i didn’t wait, the void had already made its choice. I slipped down the fire escape, boots quiet on the iron, melting into the alley +