Gabriel Zammit

Closed Eyes

I stood in a field of grey soil as the woman walked away. Great flocks of starlings crossed the sky in the distance, and somehow, I knew that somewhere a train was approaching. Her hair was black, black as the birds and the broken feathers they left in their wake…

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