Metamorphosis: A Paris Blink

Prose by Sharon Coleman. Photo by Ira Joel Haber.




After a wartime childhood, “Anna Markolova” wanted to be a dancer.  She took a Russian name but never grow tall enough.  She teaches, collects pets, sells bric-a-brac, complains.

By 60 she wears a ratty fur coat from a long-gone paramour, accuses the concierge of harboring ex-Soviets: Prostitutes, all of them.
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