
Would You Mind Not Talking To Me?
A short short story of nightlife and Chet Baker
Curtis was sitting at the Hotel de la Montagne bar. He’d been there since three o’clock. He should have been drinking at a brasserie, saving his money, but he hated brasseries. They made him feel cheap. Besides, things might be looking up. He’d had a job interview earlier. The creative director liked his stuff. The problem now…