The Interview
Francesco Paola Francesco Paola

The Interview

It was just like any other New York City summer afternoon: hot and humid, loud and chaotic, and stinking like an open sewer.

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The Pact
Francesco Paola Francesco Paola

The Pact

A warm breeze buffeted the clouds over the Catalina Mountains, obscuring the stars. I checked the time: eleven p.m.

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Room 1805
Francesco Paola Francesco Paola

Room 1805

He tapped the key against the lock, and the couple, still in their respective grasp, leaned on the door and fell into room 1805.

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Taormina
Francesco Paola Francesco Paola

Taormina

“The plume is thicker today,” he said.

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Three Uneven Steps
Francesco Paola Francesco Paola

Three Uneven Steps

I shouldered my backpack, picked up my roller, and carefully eased down the three uneven steps into the taberna.

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In the Twilight
Francesco Paola Francesco Paola

In the Twilight

As I drove through the gate into the resort community that’s when I first saw them.

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