Saturday, 21st May 2016

Snapshot #5 Memories

Memories of Paris come to me like a slideshow through one of those goofy View-Masters. There’s the Pyramid at the Louvre. Click. The Eiffel. Click. The Mona Lisa. Click. Shakespeare and Company. Click. So on….

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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, 26th March 2016

Snapshot #3 Night Walk

Snapshot #3 After dinner, Sarah and I walk aimlessly around Paris. We’re both satisfied from our meals so I don’t know if our silence is because of the lethargy from the curry or it’s just…

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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, 5th March 2016

Snapshot #2 Hurry, Curry

“Oh come on Audrey! You’re in Paris! What could possibly be wrong?” Sarah says. Her long exasperated exhales turn into fog in the cold air. Oh boy. I have to think quickly. I can’t have…

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Tuesday, 16th February 2016
A Paris Memory

Snapshot #1 The Argument

Here’s what I remember about Paris: the argument. Of course, I have many other memories, but this recollection is very clear. It is night and it is cold and I am under the Eiffel burning…

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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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