Arts Area

“Closer, they realized the woman and child by their door must be Anna and her mother Nicolette, waiting for them…..”

“Sloping down, closer to the sea, the dusty road brought their converted fisherman’s hut into easy view under the stars and bright moonlight.”

“Signora and Anna, they go to your house,” said Santino, rocking. “Why?” asked Arturo….

“She looked around, politely, as if she may have missed them there on the porch. ‘Where is Signora Nicolette and Anna,’ she said, worrying the wind.”

“Nearer their home, the church bells clanging to ten, and chuckling because their hands and elbows kept knocking in the dark….”

“When quiet found a moment to be heard, their breaths warmed the scent of salt and moisture on their hands and thighs.”

“Arturo spread their warm worn blanket, thin but protecting, alongside the fold-out windbreak meant for the winds in winter.”

“At the city’s boundary wall, they stopped, looked back at the lights of the hotel, held each other briefly with tenderness….”

My excerpt series from my novella, The Old American Artist, is nearing the end of its initial run!