Art of the Escape
Murray’s was full. It was late, near midnight. Cigarette smoke hung in the air, no one cared. They all had them dangling from their mouths. The waitresses were quick on their feet, comfortable shoes, hair pulled back, pockets in their aprons for pens, notepads. The stools were a…
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I noticed the heat first. I was overdressed, because I get cold on planes. “I’m getting some water,” I shout to V as she looks for our driver. We booke…
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Me: your nose is flush. Her: is it? Me: just a bit. We’re sitting in Piazza San Carlo, under rather large beige umbrellas, shading out table. It’s stil…
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I’m at Lydia’s, but she’s on the phone so I’m talking to Karen in the kitchen. Her dad just got a new car. A blue Jaguar. She’s writing a birthday card…
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Leaving, as she did, she said, don’t worry, it will be fine. I was not fine, though. The door closed, or, just about closed behind her and I had to wal…
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Art of the Escape


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