She orders a coffee while crossing her legs, glossy red nail-Polish tapping against the stained white of a frilled napkin.
by Dan Kahn
Published May 1st, 2013
Arthur watched her silently from behind the cold grey aluminum frames, eyes tracing the lines of her face down the slope of her neck and coming to rest on the dull loose band that hung from her finger.
About the AuthorDan Kahn is an American writer based out of Chicago Illinois. He works in New Media and focuses on experimental storytelling.