Three Stories Invented in the Paris Fog
Three women sitting on a bench
One pair of red lips
One set of red painted fingers
One bun of dyed red hair
Three women talking in low voices
One wants a full-term pregnancy
One wants a fulfilling income bracket
One wants a legal way out
Three women living in Paris
One came with structure
One came with time
One came with space
Three women all in trench coats
One break up story
One useless piece of advice
One laugh of misunderstood commonality
Three women away from home
One left a buried baby
One left a sundered family
One left an empty closet
Three women sitting on a bench
One holding on
One coming together
One leaving soon