by Wim Lankriet | Sep 27, 2024 | Fiction, Issue #7, Issues
When I woke up, the terrace floorboards were green. Some sort of moss. It looked intensely surreal. Thinking I was dreaming, I went back to sleep. A few hours later it had rained, and the green vanished. I pondered if it had been there to begin with, or just in my...
