Beneath a Scarlet Sky

by Mark T. Sullivan

And he’d had dreams about Rita Hayworth that . . . well . . .

Lmao

The small luxuries of life are how we survive what the mind can’t fathom.”

Me buying myself fast food when I'm depressed

“But if the Nazis catch you with them, and they understand what’s written on those papers, they’ll execute you. They’ve done it for less.” Pino looked at the packet his uncle held out to him. Other than the day before, and the day Nicco had died holding the grenade, he’d felt little actual threat from the Nazis. But the Germans were everywhere in Milan now. Any one of them could stop him, search him. “These are important papers, though?” “They are.” “Then I won’t get caught,” Pino said, and took the packet.

What a badass