The Golden Myth

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 00:13:05 -

The Golden Myth

The air in the breakroom tasted of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, a sharp, chemical tang that Margaret couldn’t shake even after she had rinsed her mouth three times in the sink. She stood by the counter, her hands trembling slightly as she peeled the orange rind into a perfect, unbroken spiral, the zest releasing a burst of citrus that seemed absurdly bright against the gray linoleum...

0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews