7.2.2025
THE STORY OF B
A lovely town, is B, with her proud pedigree. You’d take her anywhere. B is assured a chair at that chichi café on the Champs-Élysées where, self-possessed, off leash, she nibbles at the quiche niçoise. She’s aced the best schools, quite unlike the rest of the nation’s small towns, those mutts with their beef bones and bared yellow canines (white as the Apennines in December, are B’s). A Sumerian frieze with a sleek Saluki is ersatz kabuki beside B’s fine physique. One day B took a leak on her own pretty mall. Cameras captured it all, but the film is no more. Life goes on as before.

Funny, but not funny. Loved it though.
Oh, B. That could stand for so many things.