Sands of Gold
Benjamin Tammuz
1950
It was noon and a small boy lay on the couch in the room. The woolly coverlet prickled his back, making him toss about uncomfortably. His eyes roved across the ceiling and down the blank walls to the green glass cupboard, with the door dangling from one hinge and the white chinaware lying bored in its innards. Blank boredom vied with the dreaminess…
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