Delta of Venus

Lawrence Walters:
I love whiskey, and women on bridges in the early morning fog.

[first lines]

Elena Martin:
Paris, January 6th, 1940. Again, she wrote all night. She stretched, looked out at the rising sun, and bundled up against the early morning chill. As if drawn by some invisible force, she headed off across the awakening city.

[last lines]

Elena Martin:
There it is. There is a heart beating. If I move, this person knows it. If I drop away, this person feels it. I exist in him. That is life. There's something happening there.