Mike Squires
@mikesquires.bsky.social
He brushed strings of thinning, greasy hair from his face, and tried to ignore the shadows that mustered behind him.
January 16, 2025 at 4:45 PM
He brushed strings of thinning, greasy hair from his face, and tried to ignore the shadows that mustered behind him.
He steadied himself on the washbasin, his grip weak on the cold, pale corpse-like porcelain, soiled with grime, half-filled with icy water that he then splashed on his face and over the top of his head.
January 16, 2025 at 4:45 PM
He steadied himself on the washbasin, his grip weak on the cold, pale corpse-like porcelain, soiled with grime, half-filled with icy water that he then splashed on his face and over the top of his head.