Richard Lopez
rusted sheet metal walls breathing with the wind. Black Ling sloshed in a dented flask by his side, his calloused fingers twitching every now and then, like muscle memory from an old ring fight still hadn’t let go. His bones ached with the humidity, joints stiff from old wounds and harder living.
About Richard Lopez
rusted sheet metal walls breathing with the wind. Black Ling sloshed in a dented flask by his side, his calloused fingers twitching every now and then, like muscle memory from an old ring fight still hadn’t let go. His bones ached with the humidity, joints stiff from old wounds and harder living.