Gabrielle #35 – Hardcore FM

A short story from the wasteland.

God Forbid VI | Hardcore FM

His lips are glossy with spit. It hangs down in strings and falls into my mouth, which is open because of what he’s doing with his hands. “That's how you know someone's ran through,” he jokes when I gasp out a series of affirmations – talking about himself, I think. Doesn't matter though. I did come to meet him in the middle o…