jamiereadthis
Written on Nov 21, 2017
“With the dim light behind her and her red hair unbraided all down her back she looked like a fairytale princess a few years past happily ever after who’d rethought her position and gone over to the dark side.”
Can William Gay write a story I don’t want to read over and over for the rest of my life? (No. No, I don’t think he can.)