Empath – Part One

The port was a gallery of greys. Heaps of boxes sat like graves scattered between the slow procession of ash-stained men filtering from squat concrete warehouses and into the industrial fog. I assumed my typical post-shift position, one arm strained against a failing lamppost as the other worked rhythmically at an e-cig. A man approached through the fog, the tattered yellow bandanna under his hood giving away his affiliations long before I saw his pock-marked face. Continue reading “Empath – Part One”