The Fiction Pages
These stories are not a stroll in the park.
They are collisions — with memory, with desire, with failure, with the things we pretend not to want.
Enter carefully.
Or rush in. It’s all the same to me.
Read Me?
These stories are not a stroll in the park.
They are collisions — with memory, with desire, with failure, with the things we pretend not to want.
Enter carefully.
Or rush in. It’s all the same to me.
