Glass-and-Sand

Futile musings of an old ghost

Tag: Westerwald

  • Women

    Women

    Julian took his camera and walked out into the quiet street, his boots’s soft thump hardly disturbing the peace. A few hundred meters up the hill, he entered the ancient woods; there, silence reigned, with a rare flutter of wings, and the buzz of insects.   His women were in his mind. First, there was…