“Ah,' she says. 'But I know where your heart was. I know where it still is. And so do you.' He's gone,' I say. I lock the canvas into a hoop and hand it back to her. 'Here.' Then you… — Tucker Shaw Copy Share Image
“My husband's disappeared. He got in from work, propped his briefcase against the wall and asked me if I'd bought any bread. It must have been around half past seven.” — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
