‘The Dark Smoothness of an Old Revolver’ by Catherine Edmunds

The Dark Smoothness of an Old Revolver Oh, those Audrey Hepburn sunglasses! A man should get drunk now and then out of principle, like those of us here, defeated by life, scorned by the Trouville set. I’m sorry, I seem to have momentarily mislaid my muse, and am therefore inclined towards a certain delicious depravity. It is a little dear here, but the climate is … Continue reading ‘The Dark Smoothness of an Old Revolver’ by Catherine Edmunds