The Faded Chronicle
The lid of the specimen jar was loose, and you were trying to wedge a strip of waxed paper between the glass and the cork to stop the draft from the window, your fingers trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, mechanical difficulty of the task, the light in the study slanting low and yellow across the dust motes that hung in the air like suspended pollen. The orchid, a *Paphiopedilum*...
0 Comments 0 Shares 4 Views 0 Reviews