Last Night’s Light
The night began with her scent, faint and distant. Then it surrounded me as I stood in its birthplace.
Tag: First Person
A New Life
I look nothing like myself these days: thinner, darker, less American.
The night began with her scent, faint and distant. Then it surrounded me as I stood in its birthplace.
I look nothing like myself these days: thinner, darker, less American.
