Sunset Strip Sarajevo

short story

photo © the author

Saturday, June 28th, 2014

We manage to grab a table by the window, the last one available, but we are still waiting for Stefan.

“It’s lovely to be back. I do like the Archduke,” said Julia, placing her denim jacket over the back of the chair.

The stuffed swordfish glistens on the wall and some kind of wrought iron insignia casts a shadow…