The street lights vanish smoothly behind us, the tout shout and definitely one of those shouting that make you feel sick. The lady next to me squeezes further almost squashing tiny me to the window. The man in front thinks he is in his Ferrari and can only open the window when he feels likeContinueContinue reading “A Short Journey!”
Category Archives: Forgotten Memoirs
Sunset Whiskey
The words that go an uttered, unspoken.