One Cold Night (short story)

“The car’s headlights worked in vain against the thickest fog the season had seen. Children of the pavements were cuddled all together in one corner, in a heap. The cars of the city’s rich zoomed past. I was not drunk enough, not as compared to the other nights, not like..”

“One Cold Night” was published by Reading Hour.

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