The honeymoon in Paris had been Marlene’s idea, but she couldn’t remember who’d started the fight.

Marlene struggled for a parting line. “We’ll always have Paris” ran irritatingly through her thoughts, keeping her from coming up with something more pertinent. Damn Sinatra. No, that wasn’t it. Damn Bogart.

LAST NIGHT IN PARIS BY KAT HAUSLER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 11

The air in the room was sticky, and the old wooden floor gave off an odor of dust …