It’s Whatever You Want

It looked the same, right down to the stars in the sky. He felt he could open the door and see Darla working the bar, pouring a glass of red, selling yesterdays fish as today’s special. Like he was not eighty light years away crashed on an icy moon circling a dead planet, but that he was home again.

 

 

le roi

 

Cafe Le Roi

by Montezuma-original

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