“…When I got off the plane and into the taxi all I had wanted to do was get to my hotel and into bed. Now all I cared about was out-imagining my adversary, just finding that one blank spot on the map. I had become that deranged explorer willing to sacrifice everything to find El Dorado, though unlike those explorers my desperation rested on the hope of it not actually existing…”
From my short story “The House of Unrequited Love” in Trafika Europe.
Read the whole Trafika Gothic Revival issue here
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