Fog City Summer Part 6 of 6 The Conclusion Excerpt from a Novel by Genie Cartier Read Part 5   Last time: 2 years pass after the incident at the music festival. Julian is just getting out of a different relationship, and has established his food truck. Djuna has landed a new

Fog City Summer Part 5 a San Francisco Romance Excerpt from a Novel by Genie Cartier Read Part 4 Last time: A confrontation with Scott at the People’s Music Festival leads to Julian getting hit in the face. Tension and confusion over the situation causes a rupture in Djuna and Julian’s

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Fog City Summer Part 4 a San Francisco Romance Excerpt from a Novel by Genie Cartier Read Part 3 Last time: Djuna and Julian have a lovely day together at the People’s Music Festival, but Djuna senses trouble ahead when she spots one of Scott’s friends, Naya.     Djuna and

Fog City Summer Part 3 a San Francisco Romance Excerpt from a Novel by Genie Cartier Read Part 2 Last time: Djuna and Julian have an intimate evening. Julian comes over to Djuna’s house for dinner the next day, but their night is interrupted by Scott, who bursts in, clearly inebriated.

Fog City Summer Part 2 a San Francisco Romance Excerpt from a Novel by Genie Cartier Read Part 1  Last time: Sparks fly when Djuna and Julian meet in a San Francisco café. Later, a chance encounter in the arboretum coincides with an earthquake and blackout, forcing Djuna to spend the

Fog City Summer Part 1 a San Francisco Romance Excerpt from a Novel by Genie Cartier   The first time he had seen her, she had been crying on a doorstep, but he hadn’t remembered it was the same girl until much later. It was the second time he saw

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Kafka in Somethingstan William Reichard I’m vacationing in a small Eastern European country when my wallet and passport are stolen. I’m told there is no U.S. consulate and when I search, find there’s no consulate from any country. With no passport or ID, I’m nobody, so no border crossing. I