I never cared much about cars as a kid—never cared much about anything Dad liked.
I knew the children had no names, though I didn’t understand it.
The city shimmered as though it were under an ocean instead of in a barren desert.
I was once loved and then discarded, and now I watch over the remnants of a broken species.
Shea Ashcroft stepped from a carriage into the low-lit cul-de-sac as a mongrel lifted its door knocker of a head from a garbage pile.
It is well-known that there are several pages missing from Samuel Pepys’ famous diary