The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the shack, a frantic, insistent rhythm that mirrored the building heat in my veins. Sweat slicked my back as I shifted…
The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the shack, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. Sweat slicked my palms as I…
The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the dive bar, a frantic rhythm mirroring the quickening pulse in my veins. The air hung thick with cheap whiskey, cigarette…