Pantry Prose: Red by Andrew Williams
The bus pulled to a stop. She trudged off, shopping bag in one hand, pulling her scarlet hoodie closer to her against the cold. A faint smell of stale vomit and cheap cigarettes greeted her. She wrinkled her nose in … Continue reading Pantry Prose: Red by Andrew Williams
Copy and paste this URL into your WordPress site to embed
Copy and paste this code into your site to embed