A THOUSAND TWINKLING EYES

A THOUSAND TWINKLING EYES

„They swim in the mulled wine, burrow through the gingerbread, jump along the garlands, drip from the mistletoes. The stars are their masters, palm twigs their hands – this is the only safe place.“

Published in: The Cafe Irreal, Issue #61 (February 2017)

Flash Fiction

Publication Date: 1. Februar 2017