It’s a beautiful day for a picnic. My relatives have just flown in from London and my mom is determined to show them the perks of living in a smaller town in the countryside. I slip on my new, baby blue summer dress and spin around in front of my mom’s floor length mirror.… Continue reading Sophia – Piana, France – February 1956…
I write fiction stories and occasional screenplays, often about deep topics like food or circuses. Sometimes I add a frivolous touch about grief or love.
Sincerely, a bookworm. 