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Belgrade Summer

I’m in Belgrade, Serbia for the summer. I will never give up on Key West, but I am glad to escape the heat. However, turns out it’s hot here too. Hot during the days of searing azure skies and hot at night.  The days are easy as I slump beneath the a/c, usually in a comfortable deep sleep. The nights I fill with walks through the city, under curves of an orange moon, passing by late games of basketball where shirtles
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Peace

A party at the palace! Three days of festivities for HRH Crown Prince Alexander, his 70th birthday.  I was so excited I immediately wanted to share it with my friends. When I first arrived in New York City as a teenager I attended parties, invitations bespattered with dubious titles in fancy script. These parties were public and you could bring whomever you wanted, the more the merrier. The ‘success’ of these parties
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Some Love

It was a sunny day when you passed the movie theatre. The marquee promised something you thought you wanted to see, to feel.  You bought your ticket, a ticket to ride to the other side. Forgoing daylight you entered the cave of make-believe. You picked a worn red plush seat, center back. Others milled and settled until the lights dimmed, encasing you in a womb-like sanctuary, preparing you for the mental trip to a re
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Cassandra

Somewhere in the English countryside, with my mother when I was eight or nine years old, we were staying with friends of hers in a big beautiful house surrounded by hilly fields and forests. Notifying no one one afternoon I ventured off. I crossed a field where I noticed a herd of cows in the distance. I scaled a fence and dropped into another paddock. I padded through a forrest of ancient oaks, the ground bumpy with
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Traveling

For the next week or so I am traveling, and traveling light. Please find my Sunday Story on  Facebook. Thank you!
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Out There

When I met my future ex-husband it was summertime in England, and he lived with his mother. She hated me on sight. I was the writer obsessed with adventure, he the painter obsessed with retracing the paths of the masters. Perfect for each other, we thought, we married and moved to Montmartre to a friend’s empty studio. We stayed until winter when the corrugated plastic roof over the kitchen collapsed from snow. Next
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Indian Rose

She awoke feeling woozy and blamed it on the scary nightmare. She often had nightmares, everywhere she lived, and she had lived most everywhere. People called her impulsive. She thought of herself as a wanderer. She sat up and shook out her long hair. She wrapped her body in an orange sarong and brewed coffee. Suddenly she couldn’t remember anything. Where was she, she wondered? She hoped it was somewhere exoti
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Retard

In French ‘en retard’ means to be late. Literally, not figuratively. So I apologize for being ‘en retard’ with the posting of my stories here. I’ve been posting on FB for years, but more and more I’m liking LinkedIn which has no ‘friends’ limit and is seemingly better adapted to posting stories with images. Here, on my Ye Olde website it seems an ever more outdated affa
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FANG

Boxes and busted suitcases held closed with straps everywhere. Friends had helped with the move yet details blurred. Exhausted, she hardly knew where she was. She’d unpack tomorrow. Flicking on a television she found her favorite true crime show, ‘Fang’. She undressed and tucked into bed. Later, she awoke she had an urge to go out. She exited and she was in a courtyard. She didn’t remember a courtyard. She lock
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