Michelle

Michelle waited for Baasil.  They had been seeing each other since January.  She smiled as she remembered the first time they met.  It was at the museum.  She was reading while waiting for her friend, Alison.  Glancing up, she saw him standing in front of a painting.  Suddenly, he turned and faced her.  He approached… Read More Michelle

One Woman’s Junk…

“What’s all this kitsch?” Neville demanded. “What’s kitsch?” Annabel asked. “Worthless, trashy art.” “Is that what you think?” she asked, offended.  “You think this ceramic figurine of a puppy with sad eyes and this velvet Elvis painting are worthless and trashy?” “Frankly, yes.” “Well, for your information, I just sold the sad puppy figurine for… Read More One Woman’s Junk…