Delaware Sheets written by: Eric Robert Nolan   Sharon lies, a sylph amid the sheets in our room in the hills, drawn up around her – are waves of fabric. Her warmth is the same as that of green hills: gentle, blessed by the sun, fertile with promise. Her dark eyes are as thickets. Please leave this field empty NEVER MISS A STORY SUBSCRIBE TO OUR NEWSLETTER AND GET THE LATEST LITERARY BUZZ We don’t spam! Read our privacy policy … Continue reading Delaware Sheets