Things Nora Didn't Know
Prompted flash fiction: a jar of mayonnaise, a whippet, a deserted apartment in Milano
Nora pushed the empty mayonnaise jar around the tiled floor of Luca’s apartment with her nose. She didn’t know it, but Luca had named her for the woman who had broken his heart.
Nora—the whippet, not the woman—had found him slumped on a stone bench in Oaxaca’s central plaza as the October sun crept over the red-tile rooftops of the city center. She didn…