19 Saturday May 2012
Posted in Fiction, France, Paris, Poetic Paris
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Fiction, Flash Fiction, France, Micro Fiction, Paris, Paris Photo, Paris photographs, roman arena, Short Story, Travel
Jonas and his son were skirting the edge of the Arènes de Lutèce, avoiding the center of the antiquated Roman arena. Alix lagged behind the distance of a teenager’s shame, exacerbated further by his father’s forearms bound in bandages.
You may think you’ve had a pizza with “everything” but “everything” is a big word. You want your taste buds …
The following are photographs I took at the Père Lachaise Cemetery last week for my flash fiction piece, “Distant“.
Valentine’s Day was the coldest day of the year in France. The plummeting temperatures smashed brittle records across the country …
While I put the finishing touches on a Flash Fiction post to go up not on Valentine’s Day, here are …
My hobby is waiting. I like waiting because only in waiting can you get something done while doing nothing at …
Art Contemplating Art Photographs of Art Staring at Photographs Watching Us Last autumn I hit “Lashkars”, a photo expo of …
She nicknamed herself “Pawn” like a pawn shop because good and stable men walked right by her without remarking her …
Got lucky last night! I was walking around last night and happened to have a camera. To see other Paris …
i attended an art show a while back and posted the aftermath of that paint wreck over at parisbycellphone.com. While …
