All Comments on 'She Stood in a Shadowed Doorway'

Interesting story. You have touched on the world of casual pickups so prevalent of my life in the 70s. Yes I know this exists now. The cold insular exchange. I was 19. No chance of a girlfriend, desperate to be loved. She was black, I have loved and wanted black women ever since. A street pick up. I took her to my hotel room. It was cold impersonal until she realised I was a virgin. She was sweet gave me her phone number. She saved my life, events preceding my meeting had left me depressed close to suicide. She saved my life. Remember the shadows in the doorway are human and their clients can be to. Your story echoes the isolation of two parties who could enrich each other,