Cumpires
Cumpires There was nothing. I wasn’t sure where I was and wondered if I was dreaming, but if it was a dream it wasn’t very imaginative. Surrounded with nothingness, emptiness. It was like waking from a deep sleep, yet I don’t actually remember drifting off. As my brain started to wake, brief flashes came at me in waves, unrecognisable until they settled on one image. The image was of a young woman who looked about seventeen-nineteen, around my sort of age. She was perfect in every way,...