Past Ghosts Who Are Slain By Floral Arrangements

The sliced fish swirls around on a plastic river, glowing under track lights and the choices seem unending and I watch him as I sip on my lemon water. His hand, large and pale, reaches then draws back, then reaches. A finger touches a pink plate and then withdraws again, and I sigh and roll … Continue reading Past Ghosts Who Are Slain By Floral Arrangements