Crime life

Stranger; “Is this real leather.”
Me; “You like it. It’s made of genuine human skin.”


Once upon a time, yesterday, I stumbled upon a stunned mosquito in the living room. They were on their back fluttering their wings trying to survive, to get back on their legs, to live for one more day. With all the almighty power of a human being I released them outside and when it was time to forget about it; I sensed, “Thank you.”