The Origin of the World (excerpt from my novel, Even the Breath)

The line in front of the Musée d’Orsay was long, but fast-moving. The Senegalese guard at the door paddled people through, whistling “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.” Prune grinned as he waved her through, and he grinned back. In an accent-less French he cried, “Ah ben voilà, enfin quelqu’un d’aussi heureux que moi!” meaning, Ah, finally […]