Kept Warmth
Literatų gatvė
I found it folded into itself on the sill, paint curling around it like old skin. The light came low and did not move. It watched me without deciding whether I mattered.
Literatų gatvė
I found it folded into itself on the sill, paint curling around it like old skin. The light came low and did not move. It watched me without deciding whether I mattered.