Descripción
The silence between my dad and me drowned out the rumble of the pickup’s engine and the crunch of gravel and sand beneath our tires. He rocked in his seat with the bouncing of the truck, his sun-spotted hands resting on his thighs, hot wind from the open window tousling his white hair. His eyes, the same shade of gray as mine, but glassy, were trained on the washboarded track before us. I wondered how much of what he saw actually reached him.
Detalles del libro
Formato
Libro electrónico
Páginas
15 páginas
Idioma
Inglés
Publicado
jul. 15, 2015
Editorial
baen.com