Combloux

Stories in Combloux

We danced, we danced and I felt sad. I felt the sadness in the room.

by Louis-Jean Teitelbaum

Combloux — They were all friends from college; I knew only our host. The week had gone by, games and alcohol, casual boredom. We were, mostly, a noisy lot. The usual rivalries, contests and judgmental remarks th...

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