David Clark

Narrative: Snow in Sofia

The sky darkens, slowly at first, and then with growing impatience. The gathering gloom, envelopes the city. The pregnant clouds

As I settled myself comfortably on the low wooden bench, shaded from the burning sun by the tangled leaves of

The cherries were dark red and plump. They hung in large clusters, gleaming in the afternoon sun. Two tousle-headed boys,