Pushkin Vertigo

Miura had drawn the mountains in the morning light.

There was only one reason he’d have drawn that picture.

‘I was alive until morning.’ That was the message he had wanted to convey.

You’re getting in the way of Haruto and me living our lives . . .’

Haruto . . . He remembered that name.

Miura’s son. His only child

nd.

A battered mass of flesh in the darkness.