Punk Screw

The cloth to your face was the last thing you remembered before waking up being rocked in the back of a van. Back and forth, completely in darkness apart from a small couple of spots where persumably the van had rusted away so much the outside light was able to get in. You felt as though you slept remarkably well for a change considering your ordeal. Before the cloth there was that gang of punks.

Read More Posted Tue Sep 24, 2019 | 698 Words | Tagged story punk