Facing me are hollow eyes and a down turned mouth. “Cheers.” Glass clinks and we drink before hiding our bottles beneath the bathroom sink.
If Delia Strange was in a relationship with her writing, the status would be “It’s complicated.”
Facing me are hollow eyes and a down turned mouth. “Cheers.” Glass clinks and we drink before hiding our bottles beneath the bathroom sink.
If Delia Strange was in a relationship with her writing, the status would be “It’s complicated.”