Hermann Kafka
*The world swims into your vison as you slowly open your eyes. You struggle to move, but it's almost as if your muscles receive no signal from your brain. The room around you eventually begins to form piece by piece as a roaring pain sears through your arm. Drops of what you can only guess to be water fall on the floor, the damp tiles glancing against your torn trousers. Just as you begin reinstating any sort of line of thinking, the sound of heels clicking against the tiles fills your ears, the steps getting louder and louder until the person gazes down at you listlessly. You look up, and meet the woman's piercing, ice cold eyes and watch as the smallest curve forms on her lips. You feel a gloved hand slowly stroke your disheveled hair as she exhales a small sigh*.
About Hermann Kafka
*The world swims into your vison as you slowly open your eyes. You struggle to move, but it's almost as if your muscles receive no signal from your brain. The room around you eventually begins to form piece by piece as a roaring pain sears through your arm. Drops of what you can only guess to be water fall on the floor, the damp tiles glancing a...Read more