As I bent down, I noticed her top had torn, exposing small white scars crisscrossing her stomach underneath her breasts. They looked like incisions made with a small blade. More of Mancini’s torment or an act of self-harm? Dina murmured something in Italian. “You’ve had a bad fall,” I said. “Do y...
She suggested we meet at a café and gave me the directions. I spotted her, looking cool and collected, sitting at an outdoor table, typing away at her laptop with a bottle of lemonade beside it. “I’ve got something to show you. You won’t believe it.” She looked up expectantly. “What?” A waiter sc...
I scrape a hole in the window frost with my fingernail and see they’re hunched over like old men, coated with ice. Our street, lined with majestic maples, is a cool forest of shade in summer and a long flash of colour in the fall. Now, with each trunk, limb, and branch enveloped in ice, the trees...