stereowls

Luca's eyes followed the ripples in the water that filled the mouldy grey sink, little waves lapping at the edge of the porcelain edges. He timidly reached for a bar of soap that sat on the bottom of the sink, shuddering as the water swirled around his wrist, climbing higher as he plunged his hand deeper. Fingers curling around the tiny bar, he drew it out, inspecting it momentarily before he proceeded to wash his face, cleaning four days of grit off his fair skin. Today was a new day. The man was young, eighteen he had guessed wildly a few times- but now he thought about it, he seemed closer to twenty-one or twenty-two. He wasn't sure. What