Travis Inglis

Cocoon

She sees everything, his depths of despair and his desperate past. His face now colourless and hollowed; it seems he has aged a lifetime in moments. His hands death-cold in hers; the fountain of life has frozen. A string of syllables said, too late to take back, have cooled the world…

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