(Part 1 is here) JC Sunshine was tired. He hadn’t been getting enough sleep. With nothing to do, doing nothing can be, at times, almost unbearable. This bus ride wouldn’t provide much opportunity for sleep, either. It would be rather … Continue reading
The news wasn’t good. It was so bad, in fact, that you could tell even with the sound off. The anchor’s face showed sadness, concern and even a little bit of anger. The Hands of Justice, a mysterious group pledged to bring down the Bolognian government, had struck again. There was no way to find them, either. They had fled to the rural expanse, an area outside of the city where Bolognian Security had very little influence, if any… Continue reading
A small flame heats a covered section of the bar terrasse. It’s for the smokers and their bewildered though accommodating friends. There’s life outside at night. Contained life, temporary life. A glimmer of July in the middle of January. It … Continue reading