Short

fiction

May 6, 2019

“Show me,” she said. “Show me how to do it.”


He stared at her through the upside-down legs of the chair he’d just propped up on
the last table. She couldn’t be serious. The pub was closed, it had gone midnight.
She must be mad, he thought, then wondered what had changed her mind. Was it
because her friends weren’t around? He didn’t mind doing it with her th...

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