26 December 2020
Just a Santa
The line moved slowly. Rot looked with greed at the completely deserted streets: he wished he wasn't there. He gained ground little by little, playing with the clutch and accelerator, stuck between whoever preceded him and whoever, behind him, was even more exasperated. Life, on that avenue leading to the cities of the Angels and the Silvans, expressed itself only in a long snake of waiting cars....
