Actor, writer, filmmaker, creating fantastic stories.
Just across the levee, the calliope of the Steamboat Natchez is playing against the warning horn as it paddles away into the sunset.
A small group enjoying a horse and buggy ride down Decatur Street has steered their attention towards a merry bunch of tourists gathered around a troupe of teenage tap dancers and jazz musicians, playing for tips.
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I’d walked in, and after my eyes adjusted, I could see her and Sarah, a frail, late forties drug-addled blonde, sitting with and talking to a customer at a table on the main floor. Natalia noticed me. She smiled. I walked over and stood, searching my phone messages.
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She moved instinctively and efficiently as she dragged the items one by one from the humming conveyor, slowing only for the audible confirmation of the laser scanner before sliding them onto the holding shelf for bagging.
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