Foursomes Stories

I am the ghost of another woman’s life, an interloper, a study in contradictions. Anonymity comes for all of us. We reach a certain age and go unnoticed. This is my act of rebellion. My attire is stylish and not ostentatious; the contrast is stark with this dour iron chair. I wear my hair down, yet a wide-brimmed hat keeps my eyes in the shade. My discarded sunglasses lay beside my untouched coffee. Feminine in flowing co...