by Jeremy Bassetti

It was a cold day at the Christmas market. I had been taking photos of the carousel: the cart, the horse, the spiraled columns of gold. Nothing but empty shots. Then, she came around and looked at me, her eyes cold but knowing. Why wasn’t she smiling? Was something troubling her? The carousel turned and the little girl disappeared.

– Nantes, 23 December 2018

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