The dormant state
In an inquisitive tone, he asked her, "You haven't been writing lately, right?" "Hmm", came the . . .
Of An Open Wound
Layers of paper coated the walls. He hated the galvanized iron structure. It reminded him of all that was pent up inside. The corrugation like the scars in his heart - hot-dipped,cold-rolled, pressed hard against the quagmire of . . .