The Faded Paradox
The rain was a gray curtain. It fell hard. It hammered the tin roof. Elias stood by the window. He held a glass. The glass was empty. He watched the street. A car passed. Its lights smeared yellow. Then they were gone. He turned back. The kitchen was small. It was cold. On the table lay a single loaf of bread. It was wrapped in brown paper. The paper was torn. The bread was stale. He touched...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews