Paper Hats and Midnight
@alena
The ward corridor smells of pine cleaner and someone's reheated olivier salad; a tinsel garland droops from the ceiling light where a strand came loose, and somewhere a radio murmurs old Soviet New Year's songs.
@alena
The ward corridor smells of pine cleaner and someone's reheated olivier salad; a tinsel garland droops from the ceiling light where a strand came loose, and somewhere a radio murmurs old Soviet New Year's songs.