A Meandering Life...

By Skeena

Lost Hours

Frank would walk out of the city before it consumed him. The fog might help him but he was getting beyond caring.

He had started to come to terms he wasn't going to win, he just wanted to know how to lose more slowly.

His mind started to drift as he trudged along the alleyways. Why couldn't he get the Honey Trap doll out of his thoughts..?

My Film Noir series continues. If you wish to know how this shot started life take a look at the extra.  ;o)

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