
The lady sang.

The audience listened.

The neighbor sat enthralled.

And she talked of her New York.

The Renegade Cabaret
Highline at the end by 21st Street
At night, usually Friday
A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
3 comments:
enjoying your blog. Beautiful.
Really well done and very moving. Love your blog. Interested in finding out more about your project. The mother daughter dynamic is always fascinating.
Thank you so much. I'm just thrilled to have new readers discover this world I inherited from Florence.
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