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)
Publication Date: 1. February 2017