first kiss, shrouded in mist
There was some fear, on my part, that our sojourn might damper what made our encounter so special in the first place. A roll of …
short stories
a hermetically sealed universe
More Italian than French both in appearance and mannerisms, he had the churlish air of a tired rockstar past his prime. I had a hard …
quiet in the peanut gallery
Rain had a way of lending the usually seedy-looking 11th arrondissement an inebriating charm. A scent almost like the little dish of pennies I kept …