In a magnificent small city clogged with tourists, a woman considers the roles of fate and illusion in the ever-making of a life.

A woman writing in a café contemplates the possibility of an infinity of images and the impossibility of love with a stranger sitting near to her.

This new story is inspired by a trip on the Paris Métro, where a narrator discovers the city’s detritus and divine.

This is a story of two kinds of love, in two living rooms.

This story comes from our fiction vault—a vignette of love, loss, and red balloons.