Missteps and Miscalculations
Romeia’s thin frame meandered quietly through the crowded city streets. In the shadows of the grey buildings, the homeless slouched watching her hungrily. Their Destitution seemed to be waiting for her to fall easy prey. As the sun dipped lower behind the tall buildings, the dark shadows crept up with claws outstretched toward the young girl and soon enough she found herself wandering in twilight. Cold wind picked up, encouraging the rustling trash along the sidewalks to laugh as she struggled to find warmth from the thin material tightly wrapped around her thin shoulders. (Read More…)
It's Tea Time, with Stella Martini 