Hotels
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Last Sailing
Read fullThe board in the ferry terminal flipped the six-forty to CANCELLED while I was still reading it, and a man two seats down from me said, "Well, that's a shame," in the voice of…
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Outer Wharf
Read fullThe storm that was supposed to blow past by noon parked itself over the channel instead and wouldn't leave. By four the outer wharf was a gray smear of wet rope and cold iron, and…
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Pier Ledger
Read fullThe pier smelled like wet rope and diesel when I walked back from the chandlery with a paper bag under my arm. Fog had already started chewing the outer channel. Harbor Hotel sat…
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Harbor Key
Read fullThe key card was warm from my pocket when I tapped it against the reader. Green light. Soft click. Harbor Hotel, third floor, room 308—I’d asked for water-facing when I checked in…
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The Room Facing the Breakwater
Read fullThe harbor hotel had the kind of honesty I liked: salt on the windowsills, a carpet that had seen too many rolling bags, and a lobby that smelled faintly of diesel and lemon…