Nature De MereNature De Mere7 years ago in Short Story More Like This
Paris, 2054. The night was dark and cold, the beginning of winter was close at hand. Soon snow would fall instead of the blanketing sheets of rain that fell upon the twisted and complex labyrinth of Paris. This night would be remembered by all – especially Julian Brenan. The 71 was his favourite bar, not too far from home and not too far from Tour Eiffel subway station where he worked. But as he shook the droplets of rain from his thin, black coat, something about that night sent him vibes of strange origins.
He entered calmly, taking a sigh of relief as he passed through the doors, a wave of warmth rushing over his old, weathered skin. Ho