A story about an 11 year old boy’s small thoughts spurred by the feeling of corduroy fabric on his skin. A feeling that kept strangely and interestingly coming back in the form of memories and dreams at the age of twenty, the almost-age of fifty and his final year of nintey-two. A story that remainedContinue reading “Corduroy”
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The Timeless Woman Who Gave in to Time
She heard it once from someone, she can’t remember who, that the day after you turn sixty-years-old you can actually see it physically. That person was right. Her left eyelid is drooping slightly more, and there it is, that liver spot grazing the side of her cheek right in front of her earlobe, today darkerContinue reading “The Timeless Woman Who Gave in to Time”
Beisan's Burble 