The Wistful Cipher
The ink on the ledger page was still wet, or perhaps it was the damp of the basement seeping into the paper, but the entry for October 14th was written in your hand. You did not write it. You were holding the pen, hovering over the line for the inventory of Julian’s study chairs, but the script had already flowed, looping and sharp, identical to the scrawl you had used for the last six months...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews