Another Tomorrow by Anouk S.

I was lying between old cans and bags, the dark moon shining its light on my nose, while the wind was blowing over the mountains of trash I had been living in for the past few days. I couldn’t sleep that night. It was too cold and my thin jacket I found the other day wasn’t helping at all. Of course, I could have gone back to my place, to my soon-to-be wife and my adoptive parents. But well, not tonight. I knew what would happen the next day, and I didn’t want to watch my family die while I couldn’t go with them. [Read more…]