A Paris Hotel Room Alone on the First Night of the War
a short story of travel, jet lag, dreams unrealized, and Paris
I’ve not been feeling too good this past weekend, so I wasn’t really in the mood for sitting at my computer and trying to come up with something to write about. Luckily, several months ago I loaded the below short story to Substack for just such an occasion as this.
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