Lovemaking in a Meadow / Hemingway
I will start this category with one of my favorite writers: Ernest Hemingway. “Then there was the smell of the heather crushed and the roughness of the bent stalks under her head and the sun bright on her closed eyes and all his life he would remember the curve of her throat and her head […]
I didn’t believe in God/ Albert Camus
He remained quite still at first, his arms resting on his knees, his eyes fixed on his hands. They were slender but sinewy hands, which made me think of two nimble little animals. Then he gently rubbed them together. He stayed so long in the same position that for a while. I almost forgot he […]
