Inside The Peach There Is A Stone
His car key slips from her hand into the gutter. There’s a bruise on her wrist and dirt in the folds of her palms. She enters the shop searching for shower gel: peach blossom, for renewal. They met in a bar not far from here. It was all sharp edges, metallic lines, slices of […]
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