Beginning: Part 1: Constantinople Snow covered the road, the sidewalk, the front lawns of houses. Everything was white. The dog was white too. It ran out across the street, chasing something I couldn’t see. I stomped down on the pedal and felt the brakes lock up under me. I wrenched the wheel around. Tires skidded … More Mink: Cadisi (6)
Beginning: Part 1: Constantinople I reached Hugo’s home in Michigan and glided towards the second story window that he always left open. I fluttered through the curtains and shifted back to myself, dropping onto the beautifully knotted rug that adorned the floor of his office. Hugo sat in an armchair in the corner of the … More Mink: Michigan (5)
Beginning: Part 1: Constantinople It was an impressive thing, the museum; its front lined with tall columns, standing like sentries to guard the treasures within. It reminded me of the ancient temples I visited as a child, but at only two decades old, the Königliches held none of the aura of those old structures. Stone … More Mink: Berlin (4)
Beginning: Part 1: Constantinople The air was thick with the stench of rum and sweat in equal measure. The men’s boisterous voices rang out over their mugs as they slopped dark liquor over the sides, while toasting one another. I kept my smile hidden beneath the wide brim of my hat and remained silent. My … More Mink: Havana (3)
C. A. Harland 