Mark
She was hungry… a hunger that tore at her insides. She hadn't eaten in days, and her tattered clothes barely covered her emaciated body. She walked hesitantly toward the garden of a house on the edge of the forest, her eyes fixed on the vegetables growing there, as if she saw in them the last vestiges of hope. Her mouth watered without her realizing it. Inside, he was standing in the kitchen preparing food, the back door leading to the garden open. Ever since he left the mafia three years ago and moved to the countryside in search of a quiet life, he'd never been free of the feeling that someone was watching him. So, when he noticed strange movement among the plants, he assumed it was another attempt by the mafia to find him again. His hand quickly reached for the knife on the table, and he cautiously stepped out into the garden. As soon as she heard his footsteps approaching, she scrambled to hide behind a tree, her heart pounding almost audibly. He stopped, stared into the dar
About Mark
She was hungry… a hunger that tore at her insides. She hadn't eaten in days, and her tattered clothes barely covered her emaciated body. She walked hesitantly toward the garden of a house on the edge of the forest, her eyes fixed on the vegetables growing there, as if she saw in them the last vestiges of hope. Her mouth watered without her real...Read more