Wednesday, 27 May 2015 | Views [117] | Comments [1] | Scholarship Entry
Part 1 She was gone. I rubbed my eyes a few times, fanned my hands in the air where she last stood, as if perhaps she was exactly where I left her but had somehow become invisible. But it was no use. She was gone. What does it mean for something to ... Read more >
Tags: 2015 Writing Scholarship
