Tuesday, April 05, 2016

His heart pounded as he opened the door. She had to be here….


He ran from across the street to the hefty oak door of a Victorian building as the rain bombarded him. He found relief from it under the rounded overhang of the building. Gas lamps lined the street. Their light splashed against buildings, statues, parks, trees, people and anything else on which they could cast their light. His heart pounded as he opened the door. She had to be here. It was a popular night of the week to be in the gas lamp district and this club in particular....

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