Category: Short Stories

Donegal Danny

I slowly and methodically wiped down the bar top once more. It had been cleaned a half hour past but there wasn’t much for me to do. The glasses
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Spell Breaker

It was Julio Mendoza’s lack of parental responsibility or it may have been his over abundance of self-preservation that drove him from Teresa’s house that morning. Whichever, as he
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