Previous chapter:
Chapter 1: Once Upon A PhD Holder
Next chapter:
Chapter 3: A New Day
PREVIEW
... bluebottle fly buzzing near his ear and the metallic taste of dried blood in his mouth. Sunlight poked through the holes in his thatched roof, hitting his eyes like needles.
He stayed motionless on the dirt floor for a long time, watching a single shaft of light pierce through a hole in the thatch. It illuminated the dust motes dancing in the air—millions of tiny particles drifting aimlessly, much like his life in this world so far.
He had lost consciousness again after the inte ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
























