All Stories, General Fiction

Old and Cold by Rachel Sievers

The cup of coffee had gone cold days ago. The first gulp of it had indicated that but the second gulp confirmed that the coffee was not only cold but old, still Gene takes a third sip. How long would it be before she could make fresh coffee again? It would require standing up from the television and letting this little shit win.

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All Stories, General Fiction

At My Feet by Michael Tyler

And I’ve swallowed the pill only to have my friends bail and so I walk the streets alone.

 I am a streetwalker.

 I come across a hostel bar … backpackers, ‘Fuck it,’ I think ‘They’ll be up for a yarn.’

 There is a staircase leading upward and so I climb and enter a bar full of chatter in a multitude of accents.

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