He didn’t leave the cool confines of his apartment very often. There, he was safe. Safe from from the broiling sun of the equatorial city. Safe from the cacophony of noise that assailed his ears when he opened the door of the hotel. Safe, most of all, from the germs that he could feel penetrating his skin when he wasn’t in the filtered air in his suite. An assault on his senses.
What he was in search of today couldn’t be delivered. He smiled to himself. It could be delivered but refused to be. He walked several blocks through the city. As he walked, he became less aware of those things that assaulted his senses and more aware at the prize at the end of his journey. Ahead of his, he saw the hotel that was his destination. He stopped and gathered his composure.
He walked into the hotel bar. He saw her immediately. His daughter, waiting for him, for the first time in twenty years.
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The Write Scribe 
A happy reunion, worth leaving his apartment for. Nicely done.
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She could have just come around to his place if he’s that phobic. On the other hand, the fact that he coudl go outside if strongly motivation seems therapeutic.
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Great writing! I could feel how hard it was for him to be outside and the ending was wonderful! He did it all to see his daughter! Great story, Rosemary!
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Thank you!
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