This is fun story. An American ex-patriot, from the Twin Cities, is living in China after some unspecified war that ravaged the world. It seems that The United States suffered the brunt of the war of which I wish there were more details.
The war is discussed in minimal hushed tones, over drinks, and as pillow-talk. However, there are no details. It is simply known that the war was bad for everyone, especially the Americans.
Beyond the war, the main character is searching for something to help him make sense of his post war life, the scar on his chest, and the death of his brother. His search begins in a pickup bar where wealthy women pickup men and pay them for sex.
(An aside: Many stories start in bars, too many for my taste. However, if a story must start in a bar, please let it start in a pickup bar where wealthy women pickup men and pay them for sex. Nice!)
The question that I am left with, at the of the story, is did he find what he was looking for? Or did he simply reside himself in not knowing? It is a good ending. Everyone searches for something, perhaps purpose, and how many truly find that something that can give our lives meaning.
What if the search is the meaning?
If that is true, please let it start in a pickup bar where wealthy women pickup men and pay them for sex.
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Yup! I have a story in Cifiscape Vol II. I'm just trying to get the word out about the anthology.
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