Naughty Stopover: Seduced by the Art Critic
Wheeled my suitcase through the airport terminal. Twelve-hour stopover in this faceless city. No one knows me here. Perfect. Beeped the keycard at the transit hotel. Room 312. Impersonal bed, minibar hum, window overlooking runways. Planes roared off into dusk. I’m gone at dawn. Freshened up quick. Taxi to Alyzee’s gallery nearby—my photo exhibit, mom’s […]