webponce rants

things less interesting than a pigeon walking in a circle.


Beyond the River of Justice..

The crack of dawn crept threw Matthew's blinds shattering his alcohol infused dreams until he jerked awake realising the time.

6am.

The birds outside sang their deathly song calling Matthew to the shower, and as the damp water of awakeness flowed over his naked body, thoughts of freedom cursed through his aching neurones. He climbed out of the shower, and returned to his room, through on a tshirt and jeans, and began the journey to beyond the river of justice.

(part 2 coming soon)