Day 55

Prompt: A rainy afternoon.   The water is cold on my skin as I slink down the alley, shivering as the active camouflage blends me into the wall. Raul's van sits crooked, front rim resting on a cinderblock, the rust around the wheel carriage inching ever upward. It's a good disguise. I press close against …

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