A flash-fiction inspired by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec painting 'At the Moulin Rouge.'
i loved this piece. i love how you portray the harshness behind the spectacle, and how these spaces of fun, sparkles, and dance often hide very intricate, bitter stories. well done 🖤
Thank you so much Eugenia! Your words mean more than you know x
"He would say anything, just to watch those crinkles appear at the edges of her eyes."
what a wonderful piece Nicole, have a great day!
Thank you as always Nick! I hope you have a wonderful day as well x
Fantastic writing. Placed me right there as a silent, invisible observer.
That’s what all writers hope to achieve, thank you so much for your kind words x it means more than you know
Lovely piece! 🤩 I felt I was right there at the Moulin Rouge 💃
Aww thank you Ricardo!
I loved it 😊
i loved this piece. i love how you portray the harshness behind the spectacle, and how these spaces of fun, sparkles, and dance often hide very intricate, bitter stories. well done 🖤
Thank you so much Eugenia! Your words mean more than you know x
"He would say anything, just to watch those crinkles appear at the edges of her eyes."
what a wonderful piece Nicole, have a great day!
Thank you as always Nick! I hope you have a wonderful day as well x
Fantastic writing. Placed me right there as a silent, invisible observer.
That’s what all writers hope to achieve, thank you so much for your kind words x it means more than you know
Lovely piece! 🤩 I felt I was right there at the Moulin Rouge 💃
Aww thank you Ricardo!
I loved it 😊