forms of silence
by Dennis Scharnberg
Eileen was throwing rocks again. And dirt clods. And I thought to myself: Okay, I’ll dodge her stupid projectiles.
Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.
Eileen was throwing rocks again. And dirt clods. And I thought to myself: Okay, I’ll dodge her stupid projectiles.
Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.