Vignette from a Third-Floor Window
Yet another previously unpublished and relatively intense short story. This one might propel you straight into 1984. Well, if that were still in our future. Vignette from a Third-Floor Window a short story by Harvey Stanbrough In the third-floor room across the street from and overlooking the Café la Tristesse, François lit another cigarette and attended to his duty. Mostly. Occasionally he glanced straight across at the third floor window above the café. Through it he could see the end of a bed to the right, a wash stand straight across against the far wall, and the corner of a …