Dirt
I wring out the tightness in my hands, push my thumb into the meat of my palm, then pick up my pen. Having spent the …
I wring out the tightness in my hands, push my thumb into the meat of my palm, then pick up my pen. Having spent the …
Baker sits alone in a filthy bedsit, in the gritty, down and out area by the docks. His clothes look and smell like they haven’t …