Now when Mark the bartender, bought off the bet for five hundred dollars, the others knew, no matter what, that...
Friday, after work hours, I met his blonde at Bromide. She parked herself in the bar stool next to me....
In rare metals this time, and one point two billon into his forth fortune, “Bankrupt” Bill Bingham was fixing to celebrate the first anniversary of marriage to his third wife, Verity. Three decades his junior, Verity had long legs, a larcenous heart, and the delicate hand of a forger, having...
The golf hustler ghosted during the high heat of 83. His fiancé, having handed over some folding money, moved me...
Tone Poem, a rip and read, and a Flash Fiction
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