The Distant Metropolis

agregó una foto Literature

2026-08-17 21:35:01 -

The porcelain cup sat on the desk, a thin white disc against the dark oak. It was unremarkable, save for the hairline fracture running from the rim to the base. I had found it in the debris of my father’s study three days after he died. I had washed it. I had dried it. I had placed it within reach. I did not know why I kept it. I told myself it was sentimentality. I told myself I was merely a...

0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 1 Views 0 Vista previa