SHORT STORY: A Last Look From The Half Moon Hotel by Stephen J. Golds

He sat and smoked and gazed out of the murky window at Coney Island. The boardwalk. The beach. The ocean. He had been holed up in the hotel room for days now and it felt as though the room was gradually expanding as he felt himself diminish. It felt as though he was being slowly … Continue reading SHORT STORY: A Last Look From The Half Moon Hotel by Stephen J. Golds