friendship dissolved

Jack Varner. Five years before, I would have called Jack my best friend. The lights dimmed and the curtain rose. Debbie clutched my arm, and whispered something I didn’t understand. It had been five years since I last spoke to Jack. A spotlight, a full moon over Venice. Our friendship dissolved without a word. Iago crept along the narrow streets of the stage.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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