by Florita Gunasekara | Apr 11, 2017 | Fiction, Flash
Podcast: Read by Florita Gunasekara Vagovidopito squatted in his hovel at the center of the Sun. A place so cold, the Sun’s heat only managed a single drip down the blackened icicle hanging from his pointy warty nose. Hunched over, he carved every new soul and blew...
