“Cracks and fissures appear in the hardest of stones”
“Cracks and fissures appear in the hardest of stones”The door to the secret studio smashed open as if kicked, thrust open with such force, it hit the interior wall with the boom of God’s condemning thunder, the latch bent against the stone it chipped, the hinges screaming as they were pushed beyond their limits.
Fiammetta stood in the threshold, heaving like a rabid animal.
“Damn you, Viviana del Marrone.”
Viviana cringed. How happy she had been, but a moment ago, to be back in the studio, to be feeling well and returned to her work. She lowered her silverpoint from the barely marked canvas in a stupor.
“Why? Why do you damn me?”
Fiammetta crossed the room like a marauding army, heedless to a knocked-over stool, the clatter and c*
