“Hey, don’t I know you?” He looks round, places a battered copy of something by his Pilsner, and shimmies slightly up the gradient.
I hadn’t visited Baxter in some time, having been off in Albuquerque tending to business with a malfunctioning electrical system in a parking garage...
Continuation of a story of marital strife, from a child's point of view, and set in Ireland in the 1960s
This is a story about marital strife, seen from a child's viewpoint, and set in Ireland in the 1960s
The neck of her saxophone glistens like an industrial chimney, its golden valves bubbling up crotchets through the whisky-drowsing air.
(A parody of the Peanuts Comic Strip) As children, when Lucy pulled away the football, it was cute. Back then I could laugh about it and I didn't...
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