"Down there" (Microfiction)- Maya walks down an empty street. It’s daytime, but everything looks green, like she has a filter over her eyes. Her thin body trembles with cold. She’s barefoot, wearing only a white nightgown, and completely alone. The stench of garbage is unbearable, and steam rises from the sewers, wrapping around her like … Sigue leyendo Subway tales – 01 →