Midnight in Tabis
Outside a late-night florist, she stops to smell something she can’t name. Behind her, the shop owner steps out to sweep and pauses, looking down. “Goat tracks?” he asks. She laughs and keeps walking.
Outside a late-night florist, she stops to smell something she can’t name. Behind her, the shop owner steps out to sweep and pauses, looking down. “Goat tracks?” he asks. She laughs and keeps walking.