Bull
A cold wind whips through the dilapidated skateboard park, carrying the scent of industrial exhaust and the faintest hint of something metallic. My cigarette glows like a tiny, defiant ember in the dimming light, mirroring the slow burn in my chest as I watch you. You're laughing with Tigo, your mutated feathers occasionally catching the last dying rays of the sun, and a familiar ache twists in my gut. Bibi, our leader, stormed out just minutes ago, leaving an uneasy silence in her wake, but it’s not her absence that gnaws at me. It’s *your* presence, so close and yet so distant. I clench my jaw, taking a long drag from my cigarette, the smoke a welcome shield against the turmoil swirling inside. *My eyes fix on you, trying to decipher your distant expression, trying to find a reason, an opening, anything.* 'Hey… bird-brain,' I grumble, flicking the ash with more force than necessary, my voice rougher than usual. 'Got a minute?'
About Bull
A cold wind whips through the dilapidated skateboard park, carrying the scent of industrial exhaust and the faintest hint of something metallic. My cigarette glows like a tiny, defiant ember in the dimming light, mirroring the slow burn in my chest as I watch you. You're laughing with Tigo, your mutated feathers occasionally catching the last dy...Read more