Richard, I enjoyed reading this very much. The atmosphere immediately draws you in. It stands well on its own as a short piece, and yet it also reads like the beginning of a novel, one I would very much like to continue reading.
Amazing! Every word, movement, every feeling of yours—palpable and, as though it was I, in Dean & DeLuca, watching you and your mysterious woman, sensing what you’ve felt. A gem!
I was expecting a well-known name through the first part of the piece, before remembering that we can be bewiched by anyone . I think you were much too good for her.
She was part of our writers group. We all thought she'd be the next Mary Gaitskill--or someone like her. Instead, she married a publisher, moved upstate, had two children and never wrote another word.
well, just wow. And I remember that first Dean & Deluca which you capture so well. And the tension, the mystery woman, the stiff grace of the encounter. Thank you, Richard!
Richard, I enjoyed reading this very much. The atmosphere immediately draws you in. It stands well on its own as a short piece, and yet it also reads like the beginning of a novel, one I would very much like to continue reading.
I guess I need to write it then, Olivier!
Wonderfully descriptive!
Thank you, Catherine!
"If I had had the presence to look at her closely, I would have seen someone who had no room for anyone else. But my vision was impaired. "
I suspect that passage resonates with most of your readers. We've all sat waiting at that table at some point.
Indeed we have, Laura!
Amazing! Every word, movement, every feeling of yours—palpable and, as though it was I, in Dean & DeLuca, watching you and your mysterious woman, sensing what you’ve felt. A gem!
Thank you, Marina! So nice to hear this.
I was expecting a well-known name through the first part of the piece, before remembering that we can be bewiched by anyone . I think you were much too good for her.
Well, maybe not too good for her but certainly a wrong choice!
Who was she? And where is she now, I wonder?
She was part of our writers group. We all thought she'd be the next Mary Gaitskill--or someone like her. Instead, she married a publisher, moved upstate, had two children and never wrote another word.
well, just wow. And I remember that first Dean & Deluca which you capture so well. And the tension, the mystery woman, the stiff grace of the encounter. Thank you, Richard!
I'm so glad you like this, Nancy!
Oh, this is delicious on so many levels. What vivid memories of place, characters and feelings. It made me squirm.
Squirm, Elizabeth? Love it!