“Squinting, he peered over his wire-rimmed glasses. With or without them, he still saw what was either a diaphanous nightgown or a ghost. He couldn’t tell. To him, it didn’t matter. He had lucked out.”
#writing #throwawayline
“Squinting, he peered over his wire-rimmed glasses. With or without them, he still saw what was either a diaphanous nightgown or a ghost. He couldn’t tell. To him, it didn’t matter. He had lucked out.”
#writing #throwawayline