<?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>Richard M on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/richard-m/</link><description>Recent content in Richard M on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/richard-m/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Andrea's Summer Vacation</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/andreas-summer-vacation/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/andreas-summer-vacation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Cynthia&amp;rsquo;s drive was long and winding, swooping
around the cypress trees that grew along the drive in swampy soil. The house was large,
Andrea guessed about 5 bedrooms and seemed very at home in the country atmosphere.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She could just see a swimming pool and a sailboat
docked around the corner of the house and could hear people laughing and
a stereo playing a sort of punk sounding beat. A tall dark man dressed
in an expensive three piece suit answered the door and before Andrea could
say anything, the gentleman handed her a drink, told
her to join the party and walked off. Not knowing what else to do,
Andrea wandered through the living room to the deck, sipping on the drink.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>