Ekaterina Lisina ~upd~ Now

She slipped out of the hotel’s back entrance, ducking under the awning. Milan in autumn smelled of espresso and wet cobblestones. A group of tourists spotted her. A man nudged his wife. A child pointed.

She posed. One hand on her hip, chin tilted up. The flash went off. The tourist smiled, thanked her, and scurried away, showing the photo to his wife. ekaterina lisina

She smiled.

Click. A cell phone camera.

A cold wind rattled the plane trees. She pulled her coat tighter and looked at her reflection in a dark shop window. A giant. A model. An athlete. She slipped out of the hotel’s back entrance,

Ekaterina Lisina loved the quiet hum of the hotel elevator. For sixty seconds, she was alone. The doors would slide open to reveal the gasps, the double-takes, and the inevitable, “ Bozhe moi —how tall are you?” A man nudged his wife