I am working on a novella about the start of Lockdown when we were Zoom virgins and stockpiling loo rolls.
8 am, everything’s the same and everything’s different at the same time. A cup of hot, lemony water and a cup of strong, black coffee.
The traveler was tired, after trudging along down a dusty dirt road for days upon…
A short story
New York in the fall. I mean the fall when men could meet and sing into each…
