“Anto, singing the night away and wobbling out the door at 1:30 to the fading holler of the barman Big Tim’s voice saying, ‘Come on, time to go home now gents and ladies, have yuh no homes to go to.’”
Category: Fiction
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Pedestrian Crossin
“Mark’s halfway across when The Dude takes the corner goin at least 60. Which tells Mark that The Dude either . . .” A new short story from poet, author and editor Dave Lordan.