The sea. Joe is standing at the end of the paved road. In front of him, black waves crash on the rocks. The sketches of salt water shining in the moonlight. That’s it. In the distance, he can hear dogs barking and someone shouting orders in Spanish. They will be on him soon. He looks around, but he knows that there’s only one way out. But it’s the wrong one.
One Apple A Day #80
One Apple A Day #80
One Apple A Day #80
The sea. Joe is standing at the end of the paved road. In front of him, black waves crash on the rocks. The sketches of salt water shining in the moonlight. That’s it. In the distance, he can hear dogs barking and someone shouting orders in Spanish. They will be on him soon. He looks around, but he knows that there’s only one way out. But it’s the wrong one.