’Pon waking up that morn afternoon, Nasrin opened her front door & looked o’er the wooden railing on the deck to see that they had gone thru with their warning, after all. She felt a chill creep down her spine & shivered as she looked @ the firs, now bare green, without a trace o’ the white snow that had been there last night.
ICH WILL ALLE DIESE DÄMLICHE ALTE SCHEIẞE WIE BRIEFE UND ERFRISCHUNGSGETRÄNKE
2021 February 16
Posted in Nasrin, Short Stories