Wednesday, August 20, 2014

All the Rivers Flow into the Sea


"That night she cried and heard her father stir and knew
he was awake hearing her. Her crying kept him awake a
long time, but he didn’t comfort her. Solitude had its own
moments. Bitter and sweet. It would eventually die into itself."

THRICE Fiction, Issue 11, August 2014

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