I flutter my eyes ladylike. “I know the green fairy is absinthe, but what’s the white angel?” “Cocaine. Wilde, by the way frequents this café. He claims he once saw an angel fluttering over the square. I image what he saw flying was one of the stone angels from atop the Opera across the street. No doubt he saw the image after partaking of cocaine and absinthe.

I flutter my eyes ladylike. “I know the green fairy is absinthe, but what’s the white angel?” “Cocaine. Wilde, by the way frequents this café. He claims he once saw an angel fluttering over the square. I image what he saw flying was one of the stone angels from atop the Opera across the street. No doubt he saw the image after partaking of cocaine and absinthe.

– Carol McCleary –

The Alchemy of Murder

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