Something in the Air

William Hromada

Something in the air tonight — a charge you can’t name, like the moment before a match strikes, when the whole room leans in.
The windows are open. The curtains breathe. Somewhere a dog barks twice and stops, as if it heard the same thing you did.
You stand there holding nothing, and the nothing holds you back.

  • Author: ROSHI (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: September 17th, 2026 12:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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