She wore a black robe, her dark hair, as black as ink, suppressed it, as if it wasn't even worth showing. He felt hungry. Perhaps he should head to the square—there, he might find something to eat, something to affirm life.
She wore a black robe, her dark hair, as black as ink, suppressed it, as if it wasn't even worth showing. He felt hungry. Perhaps he should head to the square—there, he might find something to eat, something to affirm life.