My second short story, "Pravda Shto"
Pravda shto, by Leonardo Lopes da Silva
Now, as he heard her gentle purr, feeling her nose burrow itself firmly on his temple, in order to feel the scent of his hair identity, all the pieces came together, it all made sense to him; everything was in its right place in his world.
Standing upright, a sign sourly shows
You the way amidst the snowy rubble,
Though the road is nowhere to be seen.