Welcome to Paradise.
The scent of stale booze, fresh urine and dejection washed over her as she opened the glass door with a crack carefully patched by a duct tape diagonal slash. A small bell jingled above her head. She wondered where anyone would go. ~excerpt from prose
"Just Dial Zero (Excerpt),"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2011
, Article 8.
Available at: https://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2011/iss2/8