Monthly Archives: August 2018

My Own Private Alexandria

A response to a suggestion.

Back then, you might see a young woman reading a book at the Cafe Hawelka in Vienna, maybe at the Cafe Bastille in San Francisco, or anywhere in between. From a distance you could see what she was reading. From that came possibilities.

“It was too bad about Prince Andrei. But Natasha and Pierre…oh, you haven’t read that far? Sorry.” Continue Reading