Dreamscapes of Her

My phone buzzed with a hundred missed calls and messages that day. The sink was rancid with the scent of a heap of dirty, unwashed dishes lying in disarray, A slender bolt of light peeked through the fridge illuminating the dark kitchen, slightly. A wood cutting board with partly diced tomatoes and a chef’s knifeContinue reading “Dreamscapes of Her”

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