Profile X-029: Spitz

Carving a lantern fruitLelu was standing at the dark street corner, which was lit by the half empty wending machine. The street was usually one of the busier ones, because there was an airway station close by, but at the late hour the street looked oddly abandoned. Lelu peeked at his phone to check on the time. He wasn’t known for being punctual, but he honestly had nowhere else to be. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the idea of the well known busine...

The last normal morning Lelu woke up to the phantom pains again.   He slowly rose from his empty bed. He had managed to kick his pillows and blanket off again. The room was warm but sleeping under a blanket just felt right.   The nagging pain on his unexistant arm was taunting him like an alarm. He didn’t usually take his prosthetic off to charge it on the dock, but l...