Hands

He reached his hand out. The air was hot. Not a single breath of wind. Nothing. Just as the desert he was crossing. The house was fresh, but not a soul. No sign of life. Not even a plant. He decided to leave and continue his journey.


During that time Jezebel didn´t realise that she was going to be murdered. When she got home, the door was already open for her. Not the door you think. The other one...


And crossing a road is still dangerous
And the old tv star jumped of the bridge