Here’s a short piece inspired by the request for “Mystic River subtitles”:
He crosses. A car passes slowly. Inside, a face he almost knows. mystic river subtitles
On this river, everyone drowns alone.
We bury the past alive, then wonder why it claws its way back up. Here’s a short piece inspired by the request
You can leave a neighborhood. It never leaves you. hands in his coat pockets.
Rain slicks the asphalt. A man stands at a crossroads, hands in his coat pockets.