The Sweat of the Brow (58)

I’m sitting in a cafe, waiting for the Germans to march into Paris. At the table to my left a man in a beret smokes Gauloises. The smoke curls past me, catches in my nose. There’s a glass of Pernod in front of me. I take a sip, feeling it burn my throat. All around… Read More The Sweat of the Brow (58)

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