The light over the mirror shone sallow, like his skin. His eyes studied every line on his face, every mark that accrued since he started.…
The musings of Matthew
The light over the mirror shone sallow, like his skin. His eyes studied every line on his face, every mark that accrued since he started.…
“I’ll meet you in the first snowfall.” His words, ancient and heavy, repeated in her heart as she stared up at the un-moving clouds. A gust…
“What book did you want again??” The man at the counter looked up over the monitor at her, even as her own fingers drummed against…