Brady Houle
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Just like reading and writing. Sci-fi is my favorite.
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The Taste of Concrete and Copper.
The taste of concrete and copper was all that was on the lips. Reaching through a ragged coat, the hands could not find what was supposed to be there. The inner coat pocket was empty. Eyes opened, laying face down in filth, the hands push and give out. A grunt of pain was all that could have been heard. Turning eyes to look at the surroundings, a small gasp escaped. Rather than stand, the hands pulled the motionless body towards what the eyes had in focus. The movement was slow through the dark alley. Traffic and sputtering neon echoes covered the sounds of dragging. Approaching the overflowing dumpster, the hands gathered the remaining strength and pulled the body half under the green dumpster. The hands felt, and the eyes saw the white duffle bag, frantically pulling it out, spilling the contents in the alley. The hands moved back under into the blackness. A jaw-clenched grunt pulled out the remaining endurance left in the body.
By Brady Houle5 years ago in Futurism
