C12 ChrisCross

David Aprys

August in New Orleans was intolerable. Hot didn’t begin to describe the weather; humid was an understatement. More like being locked in a steam bath with little hope of escape. Like the sauna in the Richelieu Hotel, where Louis Reynard had helped out during summers in high school. Where his father had been a porter until the day he died.

At dawn the sheets clung to his bare skin