Twisted Lullaby

Dear reader,

This story is my submission to the Soaring Twenties Social Club’s Symposium on the topic “Drafts”, for which we all decided to dig out our old drafts and finish them, which I did.

“Consoler of monsters” by Kazimierz Stabrowski

I run after the clouds, and they run after me. We run together, neither falling behind. The sun must be hiding behind them, the sun loves to hide, it's quite good at hiding, it hides every night. Night and day are alike now. They're just like litle brother and li...