Peacetime
Since the war, he does not go to the baths. He cannot bear to be near other men, naked toads squatting in drifting steam. He does not like to see […]
Since the war, he does not go to the baths. He cannot bear to be near other men, naked toads squatting in drifting steam. He does not like to see […]
One day he found a girl in his lunch. She was wearing a blue dress, the skirt stuffed and tied into a round soft ball pierced with dozens of straight pins, as if she’d been shot by dozens of Indians small as herself.