Aug 9, 2021
3 min read
Lady of the Roses
“Good luck,” the man said.
It may have been insanity that made Wes buy the tarnished lamp from the thick-veined hands of an old man. The man’s eyes gleamed a watery blue in a weathered face. Wes felt a pang of pity as he observed the dark circles underneath those eyes that had probably once been lively and bright.
