Fiction

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse suite, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Below, the city lights blurred into an indistinguishable smear of color, lost in…

The rain hammered against the windows of my tiny studio apartment, each drop a frantic percussion against the glass, mirroring the frantic beat of my own pulse. It was late,…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse suite, a relentless, insistent rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Below, the city lights blurred into an indistinguishable smear…

The rain hammered against the windows of my penthouse apartment, mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. Below, the city glittered with neon lights, a distant, indifferent hum against…