Black bird singing in the dead of night

Master’s Hand

Kurt sighed heavily as he walked through the front door and into the apartment. The day had been a total disaster, with one horrible thing happening after another. First the designs weren’t send to the art department to be edited, and after that the fabric arrives in the wrong color. When they finally got the correct color, and in turn spilt their coffee all over it. By the time Kurt could go, his head hurt and he wanted nothing more than to just lie down and sleep. And that’s exactly what he intended to do now.

1 year ago on March 6th, 2013 |J
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