<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Kelsey Taylor on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/kelsey-taylor/</link><description>Recent content in Kelsey Taylor on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/kelsey-taylor/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Conference in the City</title><link>/stories/2020/03/08/conference-in-the-city/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/08/conference-in-the-city/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My heels clicked as I walked down the damp sidewalk. I had already walked several blocks from my hotel. It had been a long first day at the conference, but I didn’t feel tired now. I approached the small cross street and turned left. My heart was pounding. The street was dingy and deserted but I pressed on, clutching my purse tightly under my arm.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I finally spotted it. A single black door, no windows, and a sign that said, “Madam J’s”. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching. I could still play it off, keep walking, act like I was looking for a restaurant.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>