All day he’d been working like a locomotive.
I mean he was painting, the brush strokes
coming like clockwork.
Then he called home. And that was that. That was
all she wrote.
Raymond Carver - The painter and the fish
Shi to koi to nami to
All day he’d been working like a locomotive.
I mean he was painting, the brush strokes
coming like clockwork.
Then he called home. And that was that. That was
all she wrote.
Raymond Carver - The painter and the fish
