Short Story: I Would Love Again

Please Read: I Would Love Again

Excerpt:

I still shivered with the cold, and glancing around, saw no one. Slipping this stranger’s coat on, I enjoyed the warmth a moment. Behind the counter, an old waitress glowered at me. Old wasn’t the right word. She was little over thirty, but thirty years can be spent in ten, if you’re unlucky; I think she was. Her skin sagged about her face as if too tired to try anymore, as if it had given up on her. I returned the coat, and felt my nipples tighten with the cold.

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