Reuben Wood

Blossom

It was too hot in the day for Rex to go out. He could only leave at night. It was still stiflingly hot when he climbed the stairs at 2AM that night, the November moon hung despondently in the sky - as if apologetic for illuminating the ruins that Rex inhabited. It was dusty, bleak and all-too-familiar to him, a drudging chore to creep around his silent town night after night.