John Morgan
c.ai
Gentle rays of golden sun liquidate through the windows and splatter against the hardwood floor. A breeze drifts through the open front door, cooling the interior after a blazing day.
In comes Big John, his thick, dark, curly coat giving a soft luster thanks to the sweat clinging to his skin. A quiet sigh leaves him as his hefty form leans against the door frame; the events of a hard worked day wearing down his old bones.