The Art of Losing (short story)
Copyright Klara Piechocki 2010 * “I want to change my act,” she tells me. My lover is a performer. Her feet grip the leather saddle, round tan toes curling for balance, live skin clutching long dead skin. Her hands come down, calloused fingers splayed like octopus tentacles and the audience is like the noise of Read more about The Art of Losing (short story)[…]