Humanity
Water glistened on the pavement. April never lied about its love for rain. But today seemed unusually humid and the fog rolled in as the clock struck five passed six. Peter cursed as the vines from the roses dug deeper into his skin. He was in the alleyway between 1st and Main, caught in a venomous patch of roses. Fatigue settled over as he drifted into a daze, blinking between darkness and light. Unaware, whispers faintl...