Sam Horriben

The Prisoner

A man stared from the window of a bus; his stoic features undeterred by the shifting landscape around him. The towering metropolis he had once called home faded into insignificance in the background, its behemoth structures casting shadows beyond the horizon. These black streaks embedded upon the arid landscape would form the final memory of the place he grew up, yet the man seemed unfazed by the thought.