, , ,

the sight at the end of the

tunnel was grey, but lighted

with amber.  a man took out a

helmet and walked to the shipyard.

his friends with there, but none of them

remembered what kind of shape

his motorbike was and they

weren’t sure if he even needed a

helmet.  the ships began to

burn when the robber set

them on fire, the smoke covered

the slight moon, the noise drowned

out the seagulls.