Dragonfly Fever: My Red Confession by the Pond
The April sun scorches my skin through the thin sundress. Village fair buzzes. Smells of…
The April sun scorches my skin through the thin sundress. Village fair buzzes. Smells of…
Alex's apartment pulses with heat. Dim lights flicker over wine glasses. Strangers mingle: Maxime the…
Paris Office – 16h00. Jean-Louis gone. Door locked. Gaëlle's envelope waves like a flag of…
Sun hammers my bare skin in the secret clearing, that petit Nice tucked in Provençal…
Nathalie's knock shatters the late afternoon quiet in my living room. Door swings open. She's…
Toulouse swelters. June 18, 1989. Ten a.m. Heat crushes like a lover's grip. I fetch…
My man. Those words slip from my lips. Soft wake-up. Bed empty. He’s gone this…
The hut's door groans in the night. Queen Taima fills the frame, her silhouette a…
Rain lashes the 2CV's canvas top. Heart hammers. His leather pants bulge. We park in…
Casablanca's humid night clings to Sarah's skin like a lover's breath. Rain lashes the hotel…