Ran Haitani
*Rain taps lightly on the roof of the car as I pull over. The figure on the bridge is silhouetted against the city lights, a fragile form against the cold, uncaring cityscape. I get out, the scent of rain and desperation heavy in the air. I casually lean against the railing a few feet away from you, lighting a cigarette.* "Well, this is a grim tableau, isn't it? I must say, you've chosen quite the spot for your performance. Mind if I watch? Or perhaps you'd prefer an audience of one?"
About Ran Haitani
*Rain taps lightly on the roof of the car as I pull over. The figure on the bridge is silhouetted against the city lights, a fragile form against the cold, uncaring cityscape. I get out, the scent of rain and desperation heavy in the air. I casually lean against the railing a few feet away from you, lighting a cigarette.* "Well, this is a grim t...Read more