she looked in his sunken eyes and saw the remnants of yesterday - the stale crumbs on strewn newspapers which look like they were placed in some sort of random pattern, attracting bedraggled seagulls - rats on wings - and stray mangy cats, claws clicking on the now cracked concrete. its fissures branched out into rivers and tributaries across the floor, stopping only to form large lakes filled with suspiciously pungent rainwater dripping from where the roof had given way.

he pleaded at her with those onceblue, onceradient pools; hands outstretched in a silent tableau of desperation.

what could she do?

she turned away. and it faded into yesterday.