Work — Laure Vince Banderos

Dawn bled over the Mediterranean. Laure rowed back alone. Vince had dissolved into foam at the moment of his humanity, his atoms scattering into the same tides that had once swallowed his wife. He was free. She was not.

“What is it?”

Despite his significant contribution to Colombian music, Laure Vince Banderos' personal life and career remain shrouded in mystery. Speculation and debate have surrounded his whereabouts, health, and even his death. laure vince banderos

Vince was not a name. It was a wound.

They walked back to the village as the market opened. Esmé saw them coming and smiled, sweeping the salt from her doorstep. The bowl of memory was gone. In its place was a single dried lavender flower. Dawn bled over the Mediterranean