The summer was coming around the corners and slipping through the cracks, you can smell it on the jasmine near the front door. If time tells then what does it tell you? She gave up all that otherness because it started to seem in bad taste.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair