I’m back at his doorstep. This place I’ve sworn I’ll never return to. Many times.
I feel dirty, ugly, as I ring the bell, and uglier still when he answers the door wearing nothing but a pair of baggy trousers. His feet are bare, his hair disheveled, he hasn’t shaved in a while. He’s not handsome, or well built, or even particularly well hung and, worst of all, he has a laugh that makes me cringe. I do my very best not to make him laugh.
I have recorded and uploaded an audio version of Dark Garden. You can listen to it below, or visit my PodBean Page
“Dark Garden” is such a rich and insightful story, and hearing it read by the author just deepens the experience. Thanks!
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