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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Lucy was fascinated by the idea of the Cool Place--a slightly altered reality in which things are a little nicer, a little more artistic--in short, a little cooler than our world. Dylan dismissed the idea as nonsense, and his cynical attitude eventually led to their break-up. He hadn't heard from her for some time when the letter arrived--with a return address that he couldn't believe.

eBook Publisher: Rosetta Solutions, Inc., Published: 1992
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2001

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Words: 1500
Reading time: 4-6 min.
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Dylan laid the envelope down on the windowsill and pulled up a chair. Below, a bearded mountain-man from the Blessed Redeemer Rescue Mission tore chunks of bread and scattered them across the empty parking lot. The blacktop, the mountain-man's faded denims, the jerking pigeons, even the bread, reflected the static gray of the overcast sky. A television flickered black and white through an upper-story window at the Mission, as it did every night, as it would until three in the morning.

The envelope teetered on the windowsill, rocked by the breeze. He could make a game of it--wait five minutes, and if it didn't blow out onto the parking lot, open it.

His address was typed on the front, the clumsy characters struck into the paper, filled with the almost-black, mostly gray ink of a cloth ribbon. No stamp--he'd found it on the studio floor, beneath the open window, a few pigeon feathers drifting across it. No return address but "The Cool Place."

When she'd left him, she'd said, "If you haven't heard from me in a year, you'll know. No answer is an answer."

It was a year to the day.

But he was afraid of what her answer might be. God knows, the return address was disturbing enough.