At The Pit’s Mouth

by Kipling, Rudyard

Despite the fact that someone (Miette, no Man’s Wife), is showing evidence of growing fatigue by the stammering end of this, and despite that fact that someone (yes) has rarely rendez-vous’d in a cemetery, and certainly never one in a place such as Simla, I can’t help but think that we should all have a Tertium Quid of our own. Even if I’ve never spent as much as a single rupee.

Article written by miette

Miette has been podcasting the best of world literature's short fiction since March 2005, when she was just a pup.

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