“This painting!” Ari was genuinely stunned. “It looks just like ...”
She turned around to look at him with an eyebrow cocked. He looked back at her without expression, innocently shrugging his shoulders. “Like what?”
“Come on,” she frowned.
“It looks like E—”
Arthur cut her off, anticipating the rest of her statement. “Nope.”
. . .
A story in which Arthur buys a chair, then a painting, makes a life for himself in Paris, and realizes his deeply repressed feelings, all while being encouraged and continually taunted by Ariadne and her many French girlfriends.
Bookmarked by coollittleblueshark
02 Aug 2019