ROTHKO’S DAUGHTER by Richard Godwin.

I followed her, having nowhere else to go. She was shining like a wax doll under the     bus shelter lights, looking like she’d melt. I sat down next to her and lit a Marlboro, feeling the drops of rain crawl down my face like insects.   “Has the last one been?” I said. “The last … Continue reading ROTHKO’S DAUGHTER by Richard Godwin. →