by WTimber
Spattered drops of green minty toothpaste settled into the mirror much like a Jackson Pollock painting, only this scene stared back at you without the magic of life. Julian Chanter's face reflected off the smooth surface, a handsome but tired face that overcast the inner dwelling numbness. He spat the watered-down toothpaste onto the sink and turned the faucet to wash away the blood and minty scented foam. With a suspire that could wake the moon, he stared into the reflection and shook his head,…
by Nicolas_Pollock_4228