A Berlin Affair

It had never been so full, at least in her memory. Even though it was mid-morning – past the early bird and before the lunch hour rush – she had to circle the lot twice before wedging the Citroen into … Continue reading


The man sat down across from me. How was he dressed? I think a tweedy kind of overcoat, lots of scarves around his neck, turned-up shirt collar peeking out, more artist than bum, maybe student, but an older one, the … Continue reading