His pupils are dilated, and he seems far away — absorbed in the granduer that being a hero permits him. If you stare at his eyes long enough, you feel you might fall into his fantasy, where even the broken bodies beneath his feet song his praises.
Read MoreIt is only when time comes to a standstill that your world begins to move.
A lift, a selfie, a jolt. The lights falter, and darkness saunters in. Amidst the chaos of the everyday, life has paused.
Read More‘I don’t want much,’ she says as she takes your hand, runs her thumb over your knuckles, weaves magic into your skin, ‘I just want –’
But she stops, blushes. The radio crackles, Dusty Springfield’s voice replacing hers.
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