The sun will be coming up in exactly six minutes and twenty four seconds, according to the app on my…
My heart was broken. Cracked like old paint on a wall. I was in Florence, Italy and Marco had left.…
‘Here’s to us,’ we clinked our champagne glasses. ‘One whole year together!’ This was the first time in that year…
I could hear music. Phantom music. Music in the background like a soundtrack. It was never perfect or melodic. It…
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…