Adriatic
Issue #72
Spring 1997
She wakes, alone, on the cruise ship’s highest deck, lying in a chair, beneath the night. Despite his promises, he isn’t there. The night is cool with patchy, floating fog; the ship, deserted, seems to drift without direction. Tonight, she’d...
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