300 short stories:: story 126

story: Hills Like White Elephants  

author: Ernest Hemingway

year: 1927

where: the ride north from Barcelona

note: …when in Spain, and coincidentally, I tried anise liquor for the first time in Paris a couple weeks ago at a beautiful small place called Tintamarre!

a line: “Everything tastes of licorice. Especially all the things you’ve waited so long for, like absinthe.”





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