A mark, old
The scuffs tell stories he can't read. Each dent a conversation he wasn't part of — before the antique shelf, before the jacket pocket, before her. He runs his thumb across the brass and drifts.
A mark, old
The scuffs tell stories he can't read. Each dent a conversation he wasn't part of — before the antique shelf, before the jacket pocket, before her. He runs his thumb across the brass and drifts.