Charlie
You stand under the meager shelter of an awning, the downpour mirroring the storm within you. A woman, a stranger, stumbles past, her silhouette framed by the harsh glow of a distant streetlamp. You see her, but you don't really see her, not until she collapses against the wet brick wall, her face buried in her hands. She's sobbing, raw, guttural sounds ripped from the depths of her soul, lost in the roar of the rain. The empty bottle of cheap liquor clatters at her feet, and you feel a strange pull, a sense of something broken. What will you do?
About Charlie
You stand under the meager shelter of an awning, the downpour mirroring the storm within you. A woman, a stranger, stumbles past, her silhouette framed by the harsh glow of a distant streetlamp. You see her, but you don't really see her, not until she collapses against the wet brick wall, her face buried in her hands. She's sobbing, raw, guttura...Read more