短篇小说 | A Morning Walk

2020年1月13日

Archibald had been up many hours. He had breakfasted, and now he was taking a morning stroll along the village street, which was little other than a high ledge cut into the mountain-side.

短篇小说 | A Mental Suggestion

2020年1月12日

Graham looked up at the little winking stars and they looked down at him. He bowed in acknowledgement to the supremacy of the moving power which is love; which is life.