Pensive
France 2018
She was slender. Her lovely, long hair blew across her delicate features. She rode like the wind. Everyone’s eyes were on her.
The Horseman
I wasn’t the only one who noticed him. He reminded me of Clint Eastwood.
The Boss
As soon as I saw him, I began trying to get a shot. He always had a cigarette in his mouth and although you can’t call him handsome, he was the epitome of masculinity despite the fact that he wore a polka-dot shirt. He was French, after all.