Although my flat was tiny, I could observe all of humanity six flights below on the walking street. It was as though the black cloud of winter had dissipated overnight and the entire country had converged to feel the sun and gawk at each other below me.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Saturday, February 01, 2014
Last Train (a 250-word freaky flash fiction horror story) by Oren Shafir
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