Staring at Steam

Isabelle sat on the balcony, waiting. She zipped her jacket as the winds started to come through. Finally Nesrin came out and handed her a mug of simmering water. Nesrin, holding a steaming mug of her own, sat down in the chair beside her. Isabelle looked at the mug. It was the one with the... Continue Reading →

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