FIESTA, PART ONE
This is quite a long story; well, a story-within-a-story, really, so I’ve split it into parts to make it a bit more digestible. I’ll have quite a lot to say about it in my postscript. I hope you like it. As they often did, the story came to Alex in the depths of the night. While the autumn wind rushed and roared blustered and shouted about his house; while the clouds played tag with the moon, the words tumbled in his mind; bright and glittering as fragments of brightness in a kaleidoscope. Then... Sign in to see full entry.