Dead Languages Don’t Soften the Blow
by Karim • August 12, 2009 • Fiction • 0 Comments
Nights were the hardest. After the sun settled behind confection homes, dark seeped in like monoxide and him here alone in a house full of mirrors again. The bourbon cap: another kept treasure lost, now only to physical reach. White-collared shirt undone two buttons down and his tie with slack, pressed against the back of [...]
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