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Nasturtiums

Suzanne Buck

I was in the middle of painting a vein when my husband came into my studio and announced that he was leaving me for another woman. Anyone who has painted flowers and leaves knows what a delicate... [+]


Creative Nonfiction

Room 414

Elodie Torrente

How did they first meet? By the revolving door, on the beach side. It was like a scene in a Lelouch film. Being a person who hums shoobedoobedoo every time I walk into our dear old hotel, I was... [+]


Creative Nonfiction

A Trick for Santa Lucia

Camille B.

— Don’t forget your white dress, darling!
— Uh-huh.
— See you tonight in the square.
— Yeah.
Mom runs down the stairs with the bag she’s got ready for me. I pull the front door shut... [+]


Creative Nonfiction

Grandma

Muriel Meunier

The wind was blowing in gusts, buffeting the car, which swerved dangerously towards the precipice. Down below, the waves broke with deafening noise on the rocks. It was magnificent but terrifying. I... [+]


Creative Nonfiction

Store of Ashes

James Wouaal

Old Shanghai was dying, losing between three and six streets a day. The modern city was strangling it among its many skyscrapers. Soon, in a few years at most, it will have disappeared. Yet, through... [+]


Creative Nonfiction

Krab

Elvyre Fregnac

I don’t want to boast, but I’ve just pulled off a real masterpiece. At the age of seventy-five, I have become the unrivaled outrageous old lady of Moussy-lès-Limas. I live in this peaceful... [+]