A rustling, stirring movement in the shrubs beneath the second-floor window.
And then, with a slight roar, the wind picked up and scurried the leaves across the cobblestones, pushing them against the…
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of…
He wished, now, that he had spoken more to his father. There was a time when they had been close, spending nearly every second…
The blue sky seemed close and cut low, right above the black car dawdling along the dusty brown highway. A cloud of smoke — a…
There was a light wind blowing over the northern field, causing the wheat stalks to tremble and bend with a rigid uneasiness. The burnt…