My requiem story, twittered a last year by Cuento Magazine:
By the sobs in the dusk of the Requiem Mass, the autistic knew it was touching. He cut his onion in the dark, not to stand out in the light.
My requiem story, twittered a last year by Cuento Magazine:
By the sobs in the dusk of the Requiem Mass, the autistic knew it was touching. He cut his onion in the dark, not to stand out in the light.