• mariemiles


Updated: Jun 29, 2019

"Where do you want to go?" she asked, as the Cathedral stood behind them, heavy and quiet. He didn’t know. So they walked aimlessly searching for something that could unite their doubts and fears like rain, a disagreement, an emotion, an illness or a meal. The bar they both liked, where they once had an eventful conversation, was closed that night. They went back home, regretting not having brought the umbrella.

©2019 Marie Deschênes

Semi-retired dancer now living in New York

French poet and snob, with vaguely misanthropic moods yet, to her great despair, an undying hope

in what tomorrow may bring.