White nights- by Juan M.S
I met Mia her on a cloudy afternoon. I had finished work and she was crying away some egotistic disappointment on a public bench near the tram stop where I was waiting for my tram home. I saw her come… Continue Reading
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The Polish girl who trotted by- by Juan M.S.
The Polish girl who trotted by was hurrying with style, her anxiety was muffled by the quietness of her short steps tapping the cobblestones of Garbary. Why do you rush fair lady? Are you late for your date with the… Continue Reading