The Faded Apartment
The dream did not arrive as a vision of light or shadow, but as a sensation of weight, a gravitational pull toward the floorboards of a house that no longer existed on any municipal map. Margaret Holloway woke with the taste of copper in her mouth, the metallic tang of old blood or perhaps just the rust of her own aging veins. She lay in the darkness of her contemporary apartment, a space of...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews