Excerpt from “Eli” … by G. Mramor

Moonlight fades on the treeline and stars ride out on the waves blurry like candles on panes of rain. He asks so she puts him down and he cozies on her chest mumbling something about her boobs. Last lights strain out like threads into a million infinities and the moon is gone. Sunk in the night … Continue reading Excerpt from “Eli” … by G. Mramor