The Kalda Cafe

The evening was a blur. I had started off for a cafe in the district with Trakkon. Circumstances neccesitated his quick departure and I traveled on alone. After taking my seat, it was none other than the black whore that belongs to the Boarding House that was there to take my order.

Strange...and the evening got stranger still..

[To be continued.]

Past Revisited

There are many people I'd expect to walk into on Sixth Street. Trakkon Rue was not one of them.

[To be continued..]