They are angels. It's the nearest I can get to labeling Penny and Mike. I think they're the wrong kind of angels, working for the other side. And this rainy city is perfect for them to hide. So many shadows and indifferent people here, indifferent to rain and shadows.
More than Words
I don't get jobs, I write, I don't get jobs, I write...there's a pattern here. Though, writing is a job.