The train was late, and the wind was blowing Meng’s coat open in the snow. With no sign of his cousin, he needed somewhere to stay the night. An old man enticed him to a second-rate hostel, and despite his annoyance, Meng couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d seen this place, and the old man, before.
Part of the Storycuts series, this short story was previously published in the collection Madwoman on the Bridge.
