Forlorn Love
Written with an old world formality, mixed with the passions of our modern day
My wife is as terrified as I, fleeing with me through the dark and constricted alleyways of an old and decrepit city. The air is thick with the stench of refuse and the smell of food cooking over open flames as we pass between the cramped and overcrowded tenements that rise like cliffs around us.This woman, whom I believe to be my wife, pleads with me to find help or escape, but we both know there is none to be found. We...