The rain was tip, tip, tipping, and she began to mull to its rhythm.
In retrospect, she thought, it had probably been a mistake
to begin her relationship with Geoffrey via a sestina.
—L.L. Barkat, from The Novelist, chapter 8
The rain was tip, tip, tipping, and she began to mull to its rhythm.
In retrospect, she thought, it had probably been a mistake
to begin her relationship with Geoffrey via a sestina.
—L.L. Barkat, from The Novelist, chapter 8