THE TYRANT AND THE FOG
“A thick and heavy fog was hanging over the street, a theater curtain possessed by unnatural life. If the Castaway extended his arm, the fog swallowed his hand, transmuted it into something strange, a black claw or a hovering insect.
The Castaway looked around, searching for some point of reference, something familiar. The fog ebbed in a hypnotic rhythm, as if this place was located in the middle of a wasteland raked by silent bomb impacts.”
Published in: The Evening Theatre, May Performance, May 2018
Publication Date: 7. May 2018