Sunday, 30th October 2016

Petite Fiction: The Egg Roll in Paris

Outside her apartment window, Paris slipped into its evening sparkle. Inside, Anna eased the dough from the bowl onto her marble countertop. She tucked and rolled with her fingers and palms and then stretched it…

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Saturday, 23rd April 2016

Petite Fiction: Walking

Anna walked the winding streets of Montmartre, passing slowly by the artists to admire their landscapes and portraits on canvas. Her phone rang. Jacques again. She sent it to voicemail. She wanted to think about…

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Saturday, 12th March 2016
Anna and Jacques walk along the Seine...

Petite Fiction: The Seine

They walked along the Seine. At first, during their initial meetings, they talked a lot – learning the who, what, when, where, why, and how of each other’s lives. After almost two months of sitting…

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Saturday, 6th February 2016
Anna takes a chance and meets up with Jacques at a cafe in Paris...

Petite Fiction: Coffee Break

“Are you a murderer?” Anna asked. She stood in front of him, the café table between them. “No mademoiselle,” Jacques said as he looked up at her from his seat. “I see,” Anna said as…

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Saturday, 30th January 2016
Anna leaves her baggage at the airport...

Petite Fiction: Airport

There were three men at the airport. The man Anna was supposed to marry, the man who wanted to marry her, and the man who was a friend but wanted to be more than that….

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Saturday, 9th January 2016
The cubicle felt cold. Even her teacup and the ...

Petite Fiction: Breaking Free

The cubicle felt cold. Even her teacup and the small vase of pink miniature roses didn’t improve the ambiance. Grey is a pleasant and warm color in Parisian flats. Grey is an atrocious color in…

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