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The Sensitive Woman by Theodora Goss There are days on which I am a thunderstorm, and days on which I am an eggshell. Today, I am so fragile that if you breathed on me, I would break apart. The pieces … Continue reading →

The Avalanche by Theodora Goss It occurs to me that you resemble a beautiful avalanche. So far, you have toppled my pine trees, buried my villages, brought down all the telephone wires. You leave a trail of pristine destruction wherever … Continue reading →

The Crazy Ones by Theodora Goss Count me among the crazy ones, although there are days when I look as sensible as a pair of shoes: brown oxfords, scuffed and a little down at the heels. But there are nights … Continue reading →

Restoring Old Paintings by Theodora Goss The passage of time has faded them: it has dimmed the Madonna’s shining face with candle smoke, it has spread a thin layer of grime over the elegant lady’s white gloves, smirched her lace. … Continue reading →

The Falcon by Theodora Goss Once, there was a man who was also a falcon. I do not know if he had been a falcon in a previous life or if at night he transformed into a falcon or if … Continue reading →

The Mysterious Miss Tickle by Theodora Goss Miss Tickle owns a bookshop on the square called Antique Books and Oddments, where she sells old maps, and postcards sent from strange hotels, and photographs of people you don’t know in black … Continue reading →

The Man Reading About Munkácsy by Theodora Goss There is a man reading about Mihály Munkácsy, the nineteenth-century Hungarian painter, sitting across from me on the bus — the man, I mean, not Munkácsy, who died in 1900. He is … Continue reading →