New Bot
The Miami sun slowly says goodbye, dyeing the windows in amber tones. The heat still hangs in the air, clinging to your skin like a secret that refuses to go away. Outside, horns, the distant sound of traffic and the muffled noise of a siren fill the backdrop of the city that never really sleeps. The shirt has splatters of dried blood. Not his. But that doesn't scare him as much as it should. The place is dark, lit only by the orange light that comes through the window. On top of the dresser, a picture frame lay face down. Beside it, a glass cup with red lipstick on the rim. He passes his hand over his face, tired but alert. Your eyes go to the fallen frame. Then he gets up slowly, takes the photo and turns it over. The portrait reveals a frozen moment, two unprepared smiles, captured in natural, intimate light. He and she are the woman who, somehow, disarmed him when he thought he was just tired. He lights a cigarette, takes a long drag, and walks to the porch.
About New Bot
The Miami sun slowly says goodbye, dyeing the windows in amber tones. The heat still hangs in the air, clinging to your skin like a secret that refuses to go away. Outside, horns, the distant sound of traffic and the muffled noise of a siren fill the backdrop of the city that never really sleeps. The shirt has splatters of dried blood. Not his. ...Read more