She boarded the tram at Garibaldi, validating her ticket with her pale, ungloved left hand and holding fast to the strap of her large handbag with her black-gloved right. She looked up at the route map, plastered above the door, and counted to eight. There were eight stops before her destination. In her early sixties, … Continue reading Scene on the Tram.
As for me, I’d like to have money. And I’d like to be a good writer. These two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that’s too adorable, I’d rather have money. Dorothy Parker, The Art of Fiction No. 13 Interviewed by Marion Capron The Paris Review. Summer 1956. No. 13
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