The Third Breath, page 3 of 12
Two breaths. The pool’s floor had country on it: hills the size of his hand, a forest of one weed.
He came up talking and was still talking at dusk.
Dawn listened with her chin on the sand.
Two breaths. The pool’s floor had country on it: hills the size of his hand, a forest of one weed.
He came up talking and was still talking at dusk.
Dawn listened with her chin on the sand.