July 10, 2013
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

— The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald

July 10, 2013

Pupils dilated by adrenaline and darkness, his shifty eyes captured images of his unfamiliar surroundings.  A series of unfortunate decisions had brought him to this desolate place. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of green eyes was fixed on his tiny frame. A lunge was made. A scuffle later, his eyes greyed and never sparkled again.

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