The Golden Suspect
The letter is heavy. Not in weight, but in consequence. It sits on the table. A plain envelope. No stamp. No return address. Just your name. You do not open it. You have not opened it. You have been looking at it for three days. It is a white square in the center of the wooden table. The wood is old. Scratched. Worn smooth by decades of elbows and mugs. The house is quiet. The dust motes dance...
0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1 Views 0 önizleme