In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"We entered the oak double doors and I asked the host for a table in back. I held Marcela's arm and walked her to the table. I pulled out her chair and she smiled sweetly. Her black hair was twirled into a loose bun and her olive skin glowed in the candlelight. She folded her hands and rested them on the checkerboard table. The smell of the oil lamp was faint and a symphony by Mozart played softly."
"A Faded Escape,"
The Angle: Vol. 2003
, Article 21.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2003/iss2/21