A gull had cried overhead as Buffy had stared half-blind at the ruin of the Golden Gate Bridge, its ladder-like towers having become broken sentinels, detached from one another since the “Big One” had destroyed the expanse of the bridge. As the afternoon light had waned, wispy clouds had turned a deep, ominous gray that had thundered before releasing a slow, relentless rain.
I love this imagery. One of my most favorite places on earth, and you have reduced it to a stark image of the decline of society.
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I love it. So worth the wait.
A gull had cried overhead as Buffy had stared half-blind at the ruin of the Golden Gate Bridge, its ladder-like towers having become broken sentinels, detached from one another since the “Big One” had destroyed the expanse of the bridge. As the afternoon light had waned, wispy clouds had turned a deep, ominous gray that had thundered before releasing a slow, relentless rain.
I love this imagery. One of my most favorite places on earth, and you have reduced it to a stark image of the decline of society.
Can't wait to read more!