A Mute Morning
The dusty blades of the ceiling fan were still. The Summer storm last night with claps of lightning, gales of wind, and lashes of rain, had knocked out the electricity…. Read more »
The dusty blades of the ceiling fan were still. The Summer storm last night with claps of lightning, gales of wind, and lashes of rain, had knocked out the electricity…. Read more »
I sit in the center of the soft bed strewn with rose petals, strings of jasmine forming a cloying canopy from the bedposts to the ceiling. The room, decorated for… Read more »