Rosemary and garlic smells spring from the pan at my feet, levitate above my sill, and waft through my open window into the alley. I stick out my head and see Jack, hairy and shiny-eyed, about to lean across my sill.
|Number of pages||9|
|Publisher||Westerly Centre, University of Western Australia|
|Publication status||Published - Nov 2019|
- creative writing