The Golden Cellar
The jar sits on the counter. It is glass. It is full. You have been looking at it for three days. The honey inside is dark. It is thick. It does not move when you tilt the jar. It holds its shape. You are tired. Your hands shake. You are a soldier. You fought in the war. You won. Or so they say. The medals are in a drawer. You do not wear them. They are too heavy. You carry your body like a...
0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews