#DailyPrompt: Oil, Meet Water

We stopped on the path, near the canal, our preferred running lane in Faust's metropolis, under the chestnut trees. The air was already much cooler, prelude to the cold wind that soon would blow from the plains of Poland and beyond. "You're getting too good for me," I said, nearly out of breath, with the … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: Oil, Meet Water