#FiveSentenceFiction: Villainous

We met in the Alte Nationalgallerie, in Faust's metropolis, admiring old masters, he, well into eighteenth century German painting, and I, as ever the historian, researching the pre-1870 period, before the Iron Kingdom turned into the centre of the new Reich. A passing comment, near Toteninsel of Arnold Böcklin, started up our conversation. "I can't locate your accent," he … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Villainous