“Danny? Where are
you,” Sarah called as she climbed over the broken two-by-four angled across the
front door of the old hotel. It seemed like the kind of place that should have cobwebs
strewn across it and dust all over every surface, but as Sarah’s eyes adjusted to
the dim light, she thought it looked like it had just closed yesterday.
“Danny,” she
called again, a little less certainly. She knew he came here, almost every day.
He said it inspired him somehow, and he certainly was drawing a lot of
beautiful work lately. He said he was working hard, but she didn’t see the money
coming in, and it worried her. Was something wrong? Was he in debt? Doing
drugs? She didn’t think so, but….
So here she was. As
she looked around the hotel lobby, a whisp of movement on the balcony caught
her eye. Looking up the stairs, she saw the swish of a red skirt disappearing
around the corner.
“Hello?” She
started up the stairs. “I’m looking for Danny Stevens. Hello?”
Dogs
in house:
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Houdini
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Time
writing
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Too long
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June
word count
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6,992
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