OFFSHOOTS 15
NOVEMBER 2020
I work two floors under the City of Light. Thirty-seven years in the basement, and the metro rumbles in my sleep. Above ground, a summer storm explodes over the Champs-Elysées while the tourists and pick-pockets scramble for cover. Down here, past the old employee infirmary and utility closet, it’s just the ping of the fluorescent lights and, of course, the rumble…
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D.B. Miller 