dVerse — prosery 14 — The Inperturbable Street

  We go in different directions down the imperturbable street. –Gwendolyn Brooks A pair of mourning doves wheels away, startled when the keychain lands near them. “Don’t be a child. You have custody of Merlot,” Gillian says. Harold had never hated himself as much as he did right now. Why had he ignored the red…