Gauguin’s Flowers
4 min readJun 3, 2022
Sara took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, tired from the light of halogen lamps. In her short-sighted world, the butcher’s shop merged into a liquid shadow with the pharmacy next door. She put the glasses back on in time to see the dust at the passage of a truck, strangled in the narrow and dark street. Together, a strong smell of gunpowder irritated her nostrils.