Worn Thin - gutwrench.
By E. Wilson Young White with “guest” written on their front in calligraphy and framed by embroidered leaves like early spring shoots poking up from beneath snow, the napkins blanketed the backseat as though deposited by a freak storm. My friend Maggie was the first person to notice them. Happening to glance behind her as … Continue reading Worn Thin →
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