Songsong Stories
Strolling with My Lola
This morning from my window,sunrise is a gloomy gray andthe road is still wet from last night’s uchan.
Strolling with My Lola
This morning from my window,sunrise is a gloomy gray andthe road is still wet from last night’s uchan.
An excerpt from The River
He took the cigarrillo from her mouth and flicked it into the water. Holding her face in his hands, he began to kiss her as the river flowed past them....
An excerpt from The River
He took the cigarrillo from her mouth and flicked it into the water. Holding her face in his hands, he began to kiss her as the river flowed past them....
