Published or Pending
Final Refrain
Richard jerked his hand away from the bracelet his wife offered, recoiling as though the silver band might burn. He stood, jostling the little iron table, knocking his cup to the balcony floor where it broke into shards–white islands scattered through a dark coffee sea.
Music meets technology singularity: read it in The Absent Willow Review.
Music meets technology singularity: read it in The Absent Willow Review.
