The Daughter
By @GioBorrows
Cover art by Phoebe Herring
His greying hairs dripped with sweat, he wiped it off his forehead with the sleeve of his drape suit, before putting his hat back on. Dried blood stained the cuff of his shirt.
The cave was dump and warm. Much warmer then outside, weirdly. The waves brought inside the insistent, salty smell of the ocean. No wind came from beyond the darkness, but he could not help but feel the utter emptiness lying only a few steps ahead.