In the Holy City of Qoro Marth, one might find many things: food, rest, salvation – and paths both unwelcome and unexpected.
‘Here at the Mega Egg Company we say you got to break an egg to make a few omelettes! Just a little joke for you, folks.’
It had been a disastrous week. Literally – with news of local flooding. Figuratively, too; Denise had dumped me on Monday, moved out by Wednesday, and on Thursday morning I discovered someone had rear-ended my car.