Hello San Francisco.

A (very) short story in 64 words.

Adeline Cuvelier
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read
San Francisco, August 2017.

I turned 17 on the flight taking me from Paris to San Francisco.

It was my first time flying. It was my second time abroad.

By the time we reached California, it was my birthday again. Time zones do magic tricks.

I always thought I’d go back to San Francisco. Sooner or later.

And I did, last summer. It only took me 17 years.

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