Afternoon Miniature 6.22.25
How could anyone be expected to do this without breaking down. The question had echoed inside her head for the last hour, since she first unbuttoned her cuffs, rolled up her sleeves, and gingerly lowered her aching joints to the floor. Now she sat cross-legged in front of an open plastic bin; condensation slowly crept down the geometric panels on a glass of iced tea … Continue reading Afternoon Miniature 6.22.25
