Monthly shorts are now a go!

Here are the first two paragraphs of the August short, Hag. Click here to to read the whole thing!

When I finally saw her she scared the ever-living shit out of me. So much in fact, it damn near killed me. When I awoke the morning after my encounter I bolted out of bed, threw on the jeans and T-shirt I wore the day before, slipped on my old, cracked cowboy boots and tore down the stairs. It happened so fast I don’t even remember grabbing the keys as I bolted out the front door. Hell, I don’t even remember shutting it.

I spent most of the day in Gypsy Tavern across town, swigging house brew, trying to make sense of things. I didn’t so much as acknowledge Jillian the bartender’s presence except to raise my hand with my index and middle fingers raised when she asked, “the usual?” Under normal circumstances I would have chatted her up, knowing in the back of my mind that my flirtation would get me absolutely nowhere with her. I like Jillian; Jillian the gorgeous blond bar-back who somehow knew what mood I was in and what drink I needed to fit the mood before I even walked through the door. In that sense she knew me better than my own mother. How many other guys did she flirt up when they drank? All of them I suppose; that was her job after all. The more she flirted, the more she sold. And the more she sold, the more she made in tips. On a normal night she’d take home a few hundred. She’s damn good I tell ya.

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