Literature
Trusting the Deceiver
It was a confusing time of year lost somewhere between summer and winter. It was bitterly cold – not quite cold enough for snow, but not quite warm enough for rain either. The clouds, as a result, peppered the city with a little of both; and the populace, as a result, were forced to grit their teeth and shoulder through the frigid downpour.
The weather was unpleasant. But, in the midst of recent events, it was at the back of Onna’s mind – was at the back of every civilian’s mind. It wasn’t the angry thunderheads above the city that posed a threat, but what lay beneath – what would take more than a raincoat