The Hat
I walked her home and to the back-door where she lived. There was nothing else or anything more remarkable about it. Goodbye, and thank you for walking me home, she said. Bye, I said. Your Hat! It’s better off that …
Tag: Icelandic
Woman
She was an introduction to men’s love stories. She was an added chapter. She was the division between chapters. And now she is my love story. But they’ve forgotten to print the words: All rights reserved. By Jón Thoroddsen Translated from …