Tail Job
I followed Wei Feng through the shadowy streets of Chinatown, sure that he must be carrying the recipe. Wei Feng didn’t look back once. That’s how I knew he had the recipe — men with nothing to hide twitch at every corner. Men with everything to lose walk like they own the sidewalk.
He cut through alleys slick with grease and graffiti, past shuttered markets and noodle stalls where stray cats watched like informants. I stayed two storefronts behind, ducking behind steam vents and stacks of bamboo crates.
Then I saw it — the river’s oily shimmer up ahead. The docks.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
Tail Job
I followed Wei Feng through the shadowy streets of Chinatown, sure that he must be carrying the recipe. Wei Feng didn’t look back once. That’s how I knew he had the recipe — men with nothing to hide twitch at every corner. Men with everything to lose walk like they own the sidewalk.
He cut through alleys slick with grease and graffiti, past shuttered markets and noodle stalls where stray cats watched like informants. I stayed two storefronts behind, ducking behind steam vents and stacks of bamboo crates.
Then I saw it — the river’s oily shimmer up ahead. The docks.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.