

Table FourThey were coarse men on the dance floor in their brass-button suits and their short-cropped hair. They were easily amused, easily distracted from their bloodied-boot duties. All they needed was a night out on the town every week or so, an evening where the waitresses and wine - and beer and whiskey and rum and gin - flowed steadily, where they could dance and pinch and wink and drink and not worry about their shiny, clean guns for a few hours.Table Four
"What'll you have?" Rachael said, pulling the little spiral notebook out of one pocket of her apron while the nearest man shoved a wrinkled bill into another. He hooked his fingers in the p
Strings
Persephone
--
~Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow.~
Previous PageNext Page