flash fiction Mammoth Horse and Feilne

Mammoth, Horse, and Feline sculpted in mammoth ivory. 35,000 BC.  She puckers to the camera, holding up the Leaning tower of Pisa.  A garbage can in Montmartre. Fra Angelico with his finger to his lips. Quiet. We’re in a monastery. A library, actually, and I am watching her laptop. The screensaver flashes for a minute at a time. She has been to Germany and Thailand, Montreal and San Francisco. “Can you watch this?” she asks me. She takes only her wallet, Louis Vuitton. Could be fake, what do I know? Standing atop an anonymous mountain with a crowd, crooked smile, sunglasses, wearing someone else’s jacket judging from the size. Sculptures of Saint Thomas on a Florentine church.  Graffiti in Amsterdam. Holding up an enormous plastic mug in a Biergarten. On her desk, her sunglasses, large, tortoise-shell, Gucchi logo rest atop a stack. The Art of Vase Painting in Greece. Phintias. Red Figure Vase Painting in the Archaic Period. I eat Ramen noodles. When she describes me, “Asian, black hair, about 5’7”, wearing jeans and a maroon hoodie"