- Vol. 05
- Chapter 01
I haggled like a regular at a Turkish bazaar, who pays top rate for used things anyway, see that verdigris inching around the bottom? He gave it to me in the end in an oily brown paper bag, the smell of the past still trapped in it. It wasn’t until later, the wine still warm in my hand, the moon in my throat, that I let the tears fall. After all, alone can be lonely even in the company of a battered half-price soul.