I think it was dusk, a piss-and-gray dull light that didn’t cast shadows. I believe I remember the spot; the broken pavement leading to the…
Musings, poetry, and cats
I think it was dusk, a piss-and-gray dull light that didn’t cast shadows. I believe I remember the spot; the broken pavement leading to the…
“What are you wearing?” (Nearly sneering, a trap.) “Um.” Stalling, She looked down at her own body. A soft white t-shirt, grey sweatpants with…