Fiction | September 23, 2014
Istanbul Nocturne: Three AM, Maybe Four
Peter LaSalle
1. The young woman is sleeping.
2. Or, more exactly, the slim, even willowy young woman is sleeping beside a man named Kincaid there in the Grand Hotel de Londres in Beyoğlu, Room 505.
3. In her sleep, the naked woman’s hands are crossed atop her breasts; her long blond hair lies spread out almost like flames on the pillow. The naked man is on his side facing away from her, legs cocked at the knee as if running in a dream of his own in the milky illumination of the full moon pouring through the single floor-length French window, left slightly ajar.
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