Her Plumb Line Waltz; 1st Movement
On Sundays he would go to the bakery, grab two bagels, and take his Sabbath at her dance studio on tenth. She had live piano during her classes, and when they…
Vignette: City
It was becoming something else. What was once the small capital of an unimportant country had been transformed due to the war. Weapons needed to be made…
Vignette: Bridge
For itself, it is the bridge. For the cops, it’s a magnet for trouble. Drug dealers, thieves, and all manner of criminals were drawn to this place, pulled from…
Vignette: Theatre
An old building in an old district in an old town houses some old magic. The oldest magic. The magic of story and dance and art. The magic of make-believe…
Second Chances
She forgot him. Not all at once, but at fits and starts over years, her mind piling full of new memories that had nothing to do with his blue eyes or the curve…