The rod danced and hopped, making a palette on her naked skin.
But this time she didn't break as she savored the sonority of the blows.
And then she smiled.
But he didn't see it.
He need not know that glass had turned to stone.
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סיפור קצרA collection of micro-tales and short poems by Mayur Kr. Garg. Vote, Comment and Share if you like any of them.
