Short Fiction – The Barula Ching

Short Fiction – The Barula Ching

 The bar is very narrow.  There are stools to the left alongside the bar as you walk in and one long line of tables with chairs on the right.  At the end a bathroom and a door that leads outside.Randall sits by the back door.  It’s quiet there, a good place to write. ...
Short Fiction: The Last Time

Short Fiction: The Last Time

  “Do we have to keep this up?  I’m so tired of it, Bert, and feeling guilty too.  It didn’t used to bother me, but I haven’t been able to sleep.” “Don’t go soft on me, Leesha.  Not now.  One more, that’s all I want.  This will be the last time.  Then, we’re off,...