By the first of the month, December, the month of sneezing and shopping; you had moved your cracked, stretched suitcase…
It was Picasso’s Blue Period. The stretch of time between 1900 and 1904. All his paintings were blue or blue-green.…
Fernanda, Spanish by birth and raised in Nice, was a tour guide. She usually met tourists in Cannes and drove,…
“No, I can’t do this. Please stop. I just…I just can’t take this. Really.” She was angry. Frantic. Pierre was…
Her nose, a slightly large one with a less than straight profile, wrinkled and then her glossy lips, the ones…
There was a blizzard in November. That hadn’t happened in years. Michael drove to the countryside; his cabin by the…
COLLIN: Will you? ALEXANDRA: Stop…please…I’m working. You’re working. CHEF: Get the veal and lobster out. If the table complains the…
There was a line. No. There was a cloudy mountain range I would not cross. I could not cross. To…
The Czar balanced, like a tiny bird with quivering wings, the slender icy glass of vodka in his palm. Before…
I was found guilty. Fornicating with another man’s wife. Fornicating. Sounds clinical. Clean. Orderly. Our passion was none of that.…
