The night before Angie’s New York gallery opening, she and her mentor Florence hung the show. Florence told her the story of the mass witch-burnings in front of the Federal Courthouse in downtown Minneapolis. She spoke in hushed tones, even though that wasn’t necessary here.
But then Florence had just flown in from Minneapolis.
In New York City, the city didn’t fuss itself particularly about the new wave of oddities. As long as the unicorns and werewolves in Central Park minded their own business, the New Yorkers would mind theirs.
Angie watched Florence’s long thin hands punctuate the tale with gesture: painter’s hands, craftswoman’s hands, witch’s hands. Silver rings flashed, and magenta nails, but Angie saw strength under the play of ornament.
The first eight sentences of The Lost Pissarro, to be released tomorrow (Monday 2 February 2015).
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