SANDY CLAY
Posted on 2009 under Agus B. Harianto, Olyrinson, PUstaka puJAngga, Short Story | No Comment4 Oct
Written by Olyrinson
Translated by Agus B.Harianto
The twilight assaulted that woman at veranda when the sun was very low and hazy that started to go down. The cold wind dropped leafs off and made them wafted to the holes of heaping land’s scratching. The drizzle may be fall soon. That woman rolled her hair and tied it with rubber tier. She just finished to bathe didn’t feel so nervous like that time. Read more… »