As the last rays of sun dipped behind the old brick warehouses and shuttered homes along the tracks, a pair of wet, rheumy eyes peered out from a crack between the grey boards, their red irises seeming to glow in the fading light. A dull, raspy voice slipped through the darkened interior, starting out as a whisper, but excitement and anticipation raising its volume unexpectedly.
“Can we go now? Dad, can we go? It’s dark out, you said we could go when it got dark!”
(more…)
Visions of a Dark Horizon 