Uncertainty

I sat back with a sense of helplessness descending upon me. To begin with, uncertainty loomed over… (c)boringbug

The Man In A Portrait

It was a bright day in April, the clocks were striking noon. The dark figure swiftly made his way through the narrow alley in an effort to escape the summer wind. Slipping through the wooden doors of an old dilapidated mansion behind, he entered along with a swirl of gritty dust. The mansion hallway smelled of…