The air is like being wanted, we say, and they nod approvingly. The air is like getting older, they say, and they touch our arms gently.


Short Short Stories (ed. 2005)


The air is like being wanted, we say, and they nod approvingly. The air is like getting older, they say, and they touch our arms gently.

The air is like being wanted, we say, and they nod approvingly. The air is like getting older, they say, and they touch our arms gently.

The air is like being wanted, we say, and they nod approvingly. The air is like getting older, they say, and they touch our arms gently.

The air is like being wanted, we say, and they nod approvingly. The air is like getting older, they say, and they touch our arms gently.