The Great Gizmo rolled himself a cigarette and rested his feet on his old chest. He drew the smoke into his lungs, savouring its flavour
Eleanor jolted back to the moment. She must have drifted off. The neon-filled reality of her morning came into focus, and the buzz of her
‘You gotta invest in the community,’ said my dad, ‘that is the only protection you got against the sharks and shysters.’ It was the only
The curtains hung like curtains do, heavy navy blue drapes with splashes of red and yellow on them. They looked expensive, decent curtains. The pattern
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