From His Hotel Window

“Mom… Do you feel better yet?” asks the boy at the hotel window overlooking the park. “Not yet, sweetheart. I’m really sorry,” moans Mom from her pillow, the greenish pallor of her face not completely faded. Accursed shrimp cocktail from last night’s dinner… unavoidable, of course. But to happen in the middle of his special... Continue Reading →

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