For warmth, she curls up next to a man she does not know. They met here. In this abandoned husk of a house.
He put his arms around her as she began to cry, not knowing he wanted nothing more than the warmth of another.
He is sick but not catching. She is alone. So he tells her of his family (who are gone) and of his journey (which will not end). They share a birthday candle for warmth.
7. The number of days since the electricity fled. They think. Who really knows... no one seems to care. They have accepted a week long hurrication. It will be Monday when they return.
Monday of a new year and a new age.
He put his arms around her as she began to cry, not knowing he wanted nothing more than the warmth of another.
He is sick but not catching. She is alone. So he tells her of his family (who are gone) and of his journey (which will not end). They share a birthday candle for warmth.
7. The number of days since the electricity fled. They think. Who really knows... no one seems to care. They have accepted a week long hurrication. It will be Monday when they return.
Monday of a new year and a new age.
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