Thursday, 18 Apr 2013 | Views [286] | Scholarship Entry
The young boy hung back at first. He was some way down the carriage and there was much between us. Assorted limbs, limp with sleep, littered the aisle. Sagging facecloths swung from hooks on the wall like ripe fruit. Cigarette smoke coiled and curled ... Read more >
Tags: Travel Writing Scholarship 2013
