Just a movie?
Can you tell the difference?
REALITY DREAMING BY LINDSAY SMITH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 97
Edwina squints at the Eiffel Tower poking up behind a six-storey apartment block across the street. He stayed in America, she says. We got used to it. We never got married. I never wanted to get married.
She uncrosses her legs, knocks the table, spills the coffee. Jack reaches for a paper napkin, knocks the table, spills the coffee. The breeze snatches a paper napkin and it dances across the table. (Edwina makes an offhand grab for it.)
I went back to America. I was with him when he died. The family wouldn’t let me go to the funeral. His brother took the estate, every penny.