The maiden lived in a sunny, lowland pasture that defied the long shadows of the three high peaks from the surrounding Alps. Gisela kept a farmhouse of oak beams and sooted hearth, its every task hers alone to tend. Chickens and cows were her morning wards, a field of wheat and rye her summer labor,Continue reading “Jungfrau”
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Whitechapel Cat Calls
When he’s gone this long, he usually leaves the terrace window open. Forgotten, or delayed. Either way, the food’s running thin, and the city’s seductions are calling. The strays in heat are yowling and leisurely carriages are clip-clopping outside my brickhouse lair. I pounce up the stairs to my landlord’s study, three flights above theContinue reading “Whitechapel Cat Calls”
