SHATTERING VISIONS
The sun is higher in its throne of sky. I look at Vyktor, who is still silently questioning my need for the cane. I want to answer him…I will…but not yet. Not until he is healed himself. Instead, “Dadi made the cane for me last winter Vyktor. Do you remember how I told you I was so ill last year?” A... Sign in to see full entry.