Monday, February 28, 2022

We are a storm

I don't know who spots who first. I'm in black from Lanvin, he sits at the table next to me, writing something with a glittery tourist shop ball-point pen on ivory paper. By the sheer focus I can tell it matters to him.

"What are you writing" I ask as he looks up for a fraction of a second, disturbed by a waiter putting down drinks.

"I'm not sure", he replies, "but I know how it's going to end."

"How can you know that?"

"Because it's all true."

I let the smoke from my cigarett rise slowly towards the blackening Paris skies, it's getting late but this night was clearly made for conversations over countless glasses of Burgundy wine.

"I'm Avy", I say, "nice to meet you."


  1. this is how you finally met your husband, huh Avy

    Avy? is that really you? is that.........really you?

    i know from personal experience, you push down hard on a ball-point pen, they don't last long.

    giddy that you're back!!!

  2. I like this atmospheric picture you paint with words and I totally get Lanvin. Everything you write down , especially with a glittery pen, is important.

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