Writer’s Divine
The strongest of the strange - Charles Bukowski
Writer’s Divine
The strongest of the strange - Charles Bukowski
The strongest of the strange - Charles Bukowski
The strongest of the strange - Charles Bukowski
I’d woken up to something unusual, a sweet scent I could almost taste, lingering in the air. All else played out as would an ordinary morning, birds pitched chirps echoing through the town, their songs carried by an early breeze, it’s cold I inevitably felt drifting through the crack in my window. It was discomforting, the smell not having been something I expected.
I often tense at the thought ...