Little Bird V: Fin de Siècle

"There is no destiny, only fate, and it rests in their hands."

Honestly, why did we come here? I feel my age. I am the autumn leaves, appealing and beautiful in their own way, but winter approaches. Tonight’s invitation is courtesy of Eva, my oldest friend and the gallery curator. She is...

Little Bird

"She bristled with subdued distress, holding a suitcase."

What should I tell her? That her daughter is a slut? Her foot tapped under the table, the ticking of a timebomb.I toyed with my glass, speckled with condensation. I was enjoying the warm shade, picking over my half-eaten lunch,...