Of Flames And Light
Why is she so angry at the sky?
A finer touch, and then finer still, Élise let out a cautious smile. This was the perfect spot on the corner of Place du Tertre, where the Sacré-Cœur caught the afternoon sun. In a few weeks, Spring would bring the tourists out from their winter hibernation. She worked with hunched shoulders, glancing up as she moved the charcoal across the stark-white sheet. A shadow fell across her work. She did not look up. The curious...
