Karolina Rembiesa

Dollars, Doubloons and Dreams

The sun poured over Alex’s outstretched limbs as if it were a sentient being. It grazed the corners of his assortment of haphazardly-strewn books, their spines contorted and their once vibrant and relevant highlighted passages now dull and lifeless. Ambivalence hung in the air. A window was open; perhaps a subconscious remedy for the stifling atmosphere of the room.