The Whispered Thing
I have a friend who can barely string a sentence together. She’ll place a word on a page, and then agonize over the resulting ripples as though the word were a stone thrown into a deep lake.
Read MorePosted by Zach Lynott | Aug 2, 2011 | Short Fiction
I have a friend who can barely string a sentence together. She’ll place a word on a page, and then agonize over the resulting ripples as though the word were a stone thrown into a deep lake.
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