SCENE IN EUROPE, SCENE 10, PORTUGAL, PEACE AND…

  Scene in Europe, Scene 10, Portugal, Peace and…    Henry spent the first two days of the Portugal leg of his trip in Lisbon, amid a wave of modern architecture in stark contrast with its older, neighbouring terracotta rooftops of charm and a sea of towering cranes best seen from the sleek cable-stayed Vasco […]

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SCENE IN EUROPE, SCENE 9, ABERDEENSHIRE

Scene in Europe, Scene 9, Aberdeenshire, Roses and Thorns        Sophie and Marty were sitting across from an ancient dovecot, amid the topiary gardens of Craigievar Castle, on a hill in Aberdeenshire, Scotland, not far from the Queen’s summer retreat in Balmoral which they’d driven through earlier in the hope of a royal glimpse but […]

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SCENE IN EUROPE, SCENE 8, MADRID

  Scene in Europe, Scene 8, Madrid and the Reoccurring Scent of a Dream Henry sat on the edge of the bed feeling his burgeoning body cave and crumble. He was exhausted, confused and broken. In Cologne, after a date that proved as evaporating as water, he’d met a group of Spaniards celebrating their last […]

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SCENE IN EUROPE, SCENE 7, ERUPTIONS IN POMPEII

  Scene in Europe, Scene 7, Eruptions in Pompeii “You remember the dust in Florence, Marty? Well, let me tell you, I was wrong, that wasn’t dust, this is dust. How many bubkes did this cost us? Look at it, I mean, the parties certainly done and dusted in this fakakta place,” Sophie complained, not […]

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SCENE IN EUROPE, SCENE 6, CUNNING COLOGNE

  Scene in Europe, Scene 6, Cunning Cologne. He was sitting by the edge of the river, proudly stroking the growth of his beard, as tourist boats sailed by when she passed his table and her scent caught him, a lingering fragrance of citrus and bergamot, flooding him with childhood memories of beaches filled with exotic […]

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Scene in Europe, Scene 5, Barcelona Bonding

  Scene in Europe, Scene 5, Barcelona Bonding   Gravel voiced Sophie and her hard of hearing husband, Marty, were sitting on a sun drenched terrace near a bustling intersection, burnt, blistered and blocked up but embracing a very real possibility of relief. They’d just met another American couple, also doing a European tour, though […]

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SCENE IN EUROPE, SCENE 2, VENICE

Prose, Scene in Europe, Scene 2, L’Ora Blu- The Hour of Blue All was cloaked in sombre shades of azure as dusk gently fell. Henry, 21 and fair haired, wandered through the shadowy slender streets of the ancient city that awoke within him so much of his, as yet, unspent youth and energy. He was […]

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