Adam, in a horrid state, rouses himself up and searches about, no one to be seen.
It’s a Match
My eldest daughter lives in St. Mary’s Hospital psychiatric ward.
His ears buzzed—sound was returning to him.
As I write this passage in late September, there has been an unprecedented heatwave in Montreal for the last ten days.
When I was in seventh grade, I was introduced to The Beatles on a rainy day.