Rosalie’s perfumes

She stirred the mix gently, watching it turn bright lime green. The rounded bottom of the test tube remained lightly coated with the oily liquid for a while, making the glass look green too. Rosalie brought the little vessel closer to her nostrils and took in the fragrance in a slow deep breath. It smelled… Continue reading

Chapter III

‘I’m going to clean’ she said to herself with great determination and a positive, uplifting attitude. All around, random piles of junk of various provenances defied her proudly. ‘Who lives here?’ she wondered, in disbelief that she could actually make such a mess all by herself. ‘Later’, she figured, and brewed some fresh coffee. She swept a dubious mix… Continue reading

Who is Francis Rosenfeld?

Question: “Where did you grow up and how did your early experiences influence your writing?” Answer: “I grew up in Glenorchy, Tassie. My parents lived on a little piece of land, half cherry orchard, half vineyard, a few hundred feet from the Cadbury factory, practically my entire childhood smelled like chocolate. My parents didn’t raise me in… Continue reading