Duplicity [h.s]

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...

Untethered

He couldn't ask how he got here. He already knew how. He paced his grime-covered floor with unease. He stopped midway of his pacing. Unease? He thought to himself. What a foreign feeling. He glanced outside his cell with uninterest at the still statue of a guard. The guard's exterior stood still and stared at his sha...