Keys:

The battered Steinway Model K upright stood in its usual place It was the hottest day in Paris for a generation. The flesh was out in abundance. ‘Where did all of the tattoos come from, all of a sudden?’ He contemplated as he negotiated the early morning rush hour....

L’Esprit D’Escalier

Cover Blurb Dr. Lucien Muersac has spent decades enduring the sharp tongues of his so-called friends—Marielle, a ruthless artist; Valery, a fraud of a writer; and Gaston, a sculptor who barely acknowledges Lucien’s existence. Every month, their dinner table becomes a...

Rose Bush:

Like embracing a rose bush, I was gentle, but aware of the thorns. Looking into her eyes, it all came back. The cafe in Doha, that first glimpse, troubled yet smiling in a distant way, followed by every memory, photo and video spanning months. Wrapping my arms around...

Persian Delight: Final Part.

I, like Stevenson, would have no peace From the moment my pen touched the paper, I was no longer in control. When I refer to myself in the first person, I mean the living, waking self. According to Robert Louis Stevenson, who begins and ends this story, we have two...

Persian Delight: Part Three.

I have good news, Azizam. The scribe has been located and he is perfect. His work is of the right quality and I am sure he can make a good account of your journey so far. Nevertheless, he is close to you; closer than you think. Your present incarnation resides in the...