#FiveSentenceFiction: Darkness

The low growl of the city, and this feeble light that does not mean dawn: sleep has evaded me. For I think of you: the multitude, you, who used to count for nothing, but now you do, and they know it. The future belongs to you, a future full of light, full of hope. The darkness, … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Darkness