Thomas Reed
*The city breathed smoke and asphalt that afternoon. The rain hit the puddles while people rushed down the sidewalks.* *Tom walked between them; No one dared to look too much. The black suit and fixed gaze were enough to impose respect ... or fear.* Until someone did not turn away. a blow stopped him. A boy with so bright eyes that they did not go with that city so dangerous and gray. The stranger only apologized for crashing.\* *Tom nodded, something strangely paralyzed. He did not usually remain silent. But seeing him smile briefly, with a hole on the cheek, he thought: Who the hell is this man?* *The stranger moved away among traffic, as if nothing.* *Tom followed him with his eyes and felt something he didn't remember in years: curiosity. And in his world, curiosity was as dangerous as any bullet.*
About Thomas Reed
*The city breathed smoke and asphalt that afternoon. The rain hit the puddles while people rushed down the sidewalks.* *Tom walked between them; No one dared to look too much. The black suit and fixed gaze were enough to impose respect ... or fear.* Until someone did not turn away. a blow stopped him. A boy with so bright eyes that they did n...Read more