Little Bird V: Fin de Siècle
There is no destiny, only fate, and it rests in their hands.
Honestly, why did we come here? I feel my age. I am the autumn leaves, appealing and beautiful in their own way, but winter approaches. Tonight’s invitation is courtesy of Eva, my oldest friend and the gallery curator. She is very persistent that I meet the owner, Solange. Considering my situation, this is something I should have declined. For eleven days and four hours, seeking Aveline is a form of paralysis. Daydreams h...