He was nearly an old man, or so he thought. She was hardly any younger. Both had been successful. Both had been married. Both divorced.
Tag: fiction
Bar Tab
It was a job. A modest one. Particularly when compared to his last job. His first job. He did enjoy this one, though. Somehow. Something about those hokey-poke bars so far away from where he had come. That graceful stink of desperation. Or was that just cheap liquor and piss?