by Robert William Iveniuk โPass the can,โ Olson begged, his hand making a pathetic grasping motion at his associate. Wind blew through the old store, sending scraps of paper and shredded cardboard across the ground. Emptied shelves flanked the duo, and burnt-out lights hung above their heads. Long-dead and withered, a man in tattered clothes
Month: May 2011
Of all the women in the world, the most beautiful are the women of the isle of Melita. And in all the land of Melita there are none like the women of my own village. And in my village there are none that can be compared with the girl next door. The girl next door