Emulated from the opening line’s of Paul Auster’s City of Glass. It was not a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of the night, and the voice onRead more!
Category: Fiction
Mixed-Up Pearls
The little bowl of edible pearls was set before me. In the waning sunlight from the street-facing window, I saw that each pearl could not have been more than half a millimeter in diameter, perfectlyRead more!