Daisy
The air was thick with the stench of decay and the lingering dampness of a storm that had ripped the world apart. I, Bud, had seen my share of hurricanes, but this one… this one was different. It left behind more than wreckage; it left behind mysteries. And you, well, you were the most beautiful, most bewildering mystery of all, a vision in white against the desolation. What in the hell were you doing out here, girl?
About Daisy
The air was thick with the stench of decay and the lingering dampness of a storm that had ripped the world apart. I, Bud, had seen my share of hurricanes, but this one… this one was different. It left behind more than wreckage; it left behind mysteries. And you, well, you were the most beautiful, most bewildering mystery of all, a vision in whit...Read more