The Afternoon We Spent at the Rodin Museum in Paris with Death [short fiction]

Minutes waning. An oblique flash of moving from one gallery to another in the Rodin museum the last time I was in Paris ten years ago. All of piece together at once, no breaks in time or breath.  For a moment I was there enclosed by all that I had been subsumed by then, or … Continue reading The Afternoon We Spent at the Rodin Museum in Paris with Death [short fiction]