In The Dying Light And The Breaking Day
By NefariousNewt
Published: January 13, 2010
Published: January 13, 2010
I felt it again.
Driving to work, eyes switching between the gas gauge and the road, fervently hoping I would make it to work with gas to spare to get home, with payday still two days away. On the radio, the reports of shock, damage, destruction, death, and people wandering the streets, screaming, crying, lonely, confused, hopeless.
Haiti.
