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Last Known Address

Last Known Address

by | Nov 28, 2022 | P, Penn Javdan, Short Story

The band of motels hugging the hillside were booked, except for a by-the-hour vacancy edging the carnival. The marquee flashed under a bite of moon hanging high above us. +++++Before dawn, I awoke in a daze. In the bathroom, Sheila groomed herself with one leg resting...