*Published in Vol. 5 of Fools Magazine My coat is itchy.Wool isn’t supposed to feel that way.The finer kind, anyway.The warmth from his grasp has disappeared,separated by that old, yet familiar, barrier of isolation.A chilling shiver creeps through my veins,causing my spine to shake and my neck to jerk.The coat isn’t warm enough.It was expensive […]
Philip Runia 