Short, short story: red sails
She disappeared like a ship with red sails over the horizon. I took my father’s rough, wet hand and pulled it to my cheek.
posted by zerzig at 11:58 PM
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
About Me
- Name: zerzig
- Location: Hendersonville, Tennessee, United States
I have been a graphic artist since 1985. The business I was working for, a lithographer, closed in July, 2004. I started a curbside recycling business which provides a little bit of income. Meanwhile, I decided to go back to school for a Master in Education to teach high school English. I hope to be employed by the fall of 2007.
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