She was reading a book. The sun shining through the shop window picked up the red tones of her strawberry blonde curls, forming a messy halo. With… Read more “the last mistress [a short story]”
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book end
Books, to me, are a drug I simply can’t get enough of. I revere them. I fairly eat up the words, inhaling them as if they… Read more “book end”