Nunchi Garden
The bell on the door jingles and my ears ring. I pull down my hood and unbutton my jacket, examining the raindrops as they hit my shoes, turning the navy suede black. Even though I’ve done this before, it always …
The bell on the door jingles and my ears ring. I pull down my hood and unbutton my jacket, examining the raindrops as they hit my shoes, turning the navy suede black. Even though I’ve done this before, it always …