I drink memory-rich wine for her. When the last drop’s gone, she’ll leave. Recollections will blur while the grape-odor lingers.
Nathaniel Katz blogs about genre at The Hat Rack. When not blogging, he pretends he can write fiction.
I drink memory-rich wine for her. When the last drop’s gone, she’ll leave. Recollections will blur while the grape-odor lingers.
Nathaniel Katz blogs about genre at The Hat Rack. When not blogging, he pretends he can write fiction.