Tasha had taken the cold journey from home in her stride. She examined every passersby closely: the women with their head scarves in shades of mud; the men’s faces hidden by Party caps, their hunched, overcoated shoulders. She watched the trams and buses jostle through the city, along Gorky Street. The child hardly spoke, her […]
via Jane Dougherty’s Words and pictures poetry challenge: The Whisperer — Word Shamble
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