All in Fiction
I drew one up—a locket, domed and gold—by its chain and wedged my nail in its seam and split it open like a piece of fruit. Inside was a man from the neck up.
All in Fiction
I drew one up—a locket, domed and gold—by its chain and wedged my nail in its seam and split it open like a piece of fruit. Inside was a man from the neck up.