Coming away, my eyes had not adjusted. Still I saw the bright blurred place in front of me, so I followed it, feeling my way in the dark through the wet grass and the cold heaviness….
| precious little fictions in 500 words (or less). |
| precious little fictions in 500 words (or less). |
Coming away, my eyes had not adjusted. Still I saw the bright blurred place in front of me, so I followed it, feeling my way in the dark through the wet grass and the cold heaviness….