My Two Bitches
My Two Bitches
I met one of them in the park, the lights were still on, of course, it was already a little after six am.
“How so? He hadn't said it was dark?" A man says closing an office door.
Another man sitting behind a desk runs his index finger, which is wider before reaching the nail, several times over the same line of text.
"I remember a lot how her head shone by the light of the park lamp which looked incandescent because everything was cloudy, too dark, she was lying curled up and seemed to be shaking."
"Ha,” the other man says who walks over and drags a chair from one of the corners.
The man behind the desk raises an eyebrow again and continues reading.