Scent

The Prompt   I love walking in the park, nor so far from our place, early morning, when one meets nearly no-one, bar a few crows and some brave joggers. So, today, I was surprised to see him, a joker-like character, visibly still made-up from last night party, or some other odd activity, whose ludicrous … Continue reading Scent

#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