Short Stories.
‘The Theory of Being’.
It was most certainly one of those days. Actually, perhaps it would be more accurate to suggest that it was closer to a week, however it truly felt like a blur. She hated
‘An Afternoon of Leisure’ (e)
Her back sunk further within the softened cushion that laid between her and the couch. All morning, she had looked forward to this moment, knowing that if she sped through her work and
