from 60 Morning Walks by Andy Fitch

Friday Fearing bronchitis I slept through the alarm and didn’t get out until 9:15. From the courtyard sparrows whistled on either side. The day felt complete, a little tiring even. A police officer propped against a red door frowned when my glance made him self-conscious. It turns out the building east of mine’s a correctionsContinue reading “from 60 Morning Walks by Andy Fitch”