Abroad

The acrid smell of cigarette smoke mingled with diesel fumes as Lena Kovač stepped off the bus onto Tirana’s bustling Skanderbeg Square. She adjusted her backpack, scanning the crowd for her contact. The journalist’s sharp eyes darted from face to face, searching for the nervous energy she expected from an informant about to reveal dangerous secrets. A warm breeze carried the sound of car horns and snippets of Albanian conversation. Lena’s gaze settled on a middle-aged man fidgeting near the base of the Skanderbeg Monument. His eyes met hers for a fleeting moment before darting away. That had to be him. ...

The lavender-scented breeze caressed Olivia’s face as she stepped off the train in Aix-en-Provence. Squinting in the bright Mediterranean sunlight, she took a deep breath, savoring the intoxicating blend of herbs and flowers that perfumed the air. After months of planning and anticipation, she had finally arrived for her summer art residency in the South of France. Olivia hitched her canvas tote higher on her shoulder and grabbed the handle of her rolling suitcase. As she made her way through the quaint station, a flutter of excitement mixed with apprehension in her chest. At 32, she was taking a huge risk by leaving behind her stable but unfulfilling graphic design job in Chicago to pursue her true passion for painting. This residency was her chance to prove to herself - and her skeptical parents - that she could make it as a real artist. ...