Pierre And Luce

Pierre entered the subway head-first. A violent, contagious throng. He stood close to the entrance, squeezed against a group of people, sharing the heavy air that was coming in and out of their lips, and he peered without noticing them at the pitch-black, rumbling vaults above which the train's bright eyes flashed. A young man, just eighteen years old and yet almost a kid, had a deep dread filling...