Jaimal Singh

As he sat there, his look drifted to the rain-streaked glass of the pub
window. The lights outside flickered, its colors shifting in slow, viscous
waves, like oil on water. The world beyond the glass felt stretched,
unfocused, as if the night had lost its grip on reality.
A hinny trudged along the cracked pavement, its hooves clicking softly
against the wet ground. Its body moved with precision, each s Read more of this blog post »